By Daiman Teer for The Simpleton Star
~The irony is brutal. Cleese built his career mocking rigid, out-of-touch authority figures. Now he is the rigid, out-of-touch authority figure. ~
John Cleese, the man who once gave the world the Ministry of Silly Walks, the Dead Parrot sketch, and Fawlty Towers’ immortal “Don’t mention the war” now spends his twilight years as a walking, talking embodiment of brain rot.
An international celebrity who has dined with kings, queens, and every pompous elite from London to Los Angeles, yet he’s learned absolutely nothing. Zero. Nada. His brain is stuck in a 2019 time loop, endlessly chanting the same debunked “Russia Russia Russia” mantra like a senile parrot that swallowed the Steele dossier and forgot to shit it out.
As of March 2026—with Trump back in the White House, the Mueller report ancient history, the Durham investigation having torched the whole hoax, and zero “kompromat” ever leaking despite years of leaks, hacks, and deep-state fishing expedition – Cleese is still at it.
Fresh from his X account just days ago: “They are clearly on Russia’s side as they dare not risk having Putin release the compromat that would be the end of Trump… Treason.” Another gem: “The only pressure he understands is the blackmail from his ‘friend’ Putin.” And the impeachment fantasy: “Putin has too much on him.”
MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING MORON
This is the same tired garbage from the Steele dossier era, the one that collapsed under its own piss-poor fiction. No pee tape. No Russian pee pee. No puppet strings. Mueller found no conspiracy. The FBI got burned for using garbage opposition research. The “Russia collusion” narrative died in 2019, was buried in 2020, and got a state funeral by 2024. Yet, here’s Cleese, known to many as the unfunny python, still flogging it like a zombie that refuses to die. He’s not evolving. He’s not adapting to new facts, new elections, or new realities. He’s just an old man yelling at the cloud, convinced the orange man is Putin’s bitch while the actual world moves on.
How does this happen? Simple: Cleese is a retard. Not the clinical kind—the self-inflicted, celebrity kind. The kind where decades of applause from fellow elites gut your critical thinking until you’re repeating MSNBC talking points from seven years ago as if they’re fresh gospel. He dines with kings, sure, but apparently never bothered learning a single lesson about how intelligence agencies lie, how media hoaxes collapse, or how actual power works. Instead of sharp satire, we get this: a Monty Python legend reduced to “Trump is owned by Putin” tweets, day after day, like a broken record in a nursing home.
The irony is brutal. Cleese built his career mocking rigid, out-of-touch authority figures. Now he is the rigid, out-of-touch authority figure – lecturing the plebs from his ivory tower while the rest of us laugh at how thoroughly 2019-brained he remains.
The Russia hoax was always partisan fever dream dressed up as journalism. Cleese swallowed it whole, and the expiration date passed years ago. He’s not a truth-teller; he’s a cautionary tale in a silly walk: the once famous comic actor who flew too close to the establishment sun and crashed straight into permanent derangement.
So congratulations, John. You’ve gone from “And now for something completely different” to “And now for the same stupid shit, forever.” Monty Python’s Flying Retard, ladies and gentlemen. The man who dined with kings but couldn’t outsmart a 2016 oppo-research file. Pathetic doesn’t begin to cover it. At least the Dead Parrot had the decency to stay dead. Cleese’s brain clearly didn’t get the memo.
Bible Verse
“As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly.”
WHY I CHOSE THIS VERSE:
This proverb is blunt and unflinching, a classic piece of Old Testament wisdom literature that doesn’t mince words about human stubbornness. The imagery is deliberately gross to drive home the point: just as a dog instinctively goes back to something revolting it has already rejected, a fool keeps circling back to the same foolish thoughts, behaviors, or beliefs—even when they’ve been proven worthless, harmful, or false.
LET US PRAY:
Heavenly Father,
You are the God of all truth and wisdom. You see every heart, every stubborn thought, and every repeated mistake we make. Forgive us when we act like fools—when we return again and again to ideas that no longer hold up, to grudges that poison us, or to narratives that have already proven empty. Break the cycle of folly in our lives and in the lives of those we see trapped in it. Grant humility where pride has taken root. Amen.
