I understand your confusion: “Does an anus need an anus?”
Thinking about it, trump would want to seize every one in the room. Good thing his grasp doesn’t exceed his…um…
Dan
It’s anuses all the way down.
Actually, It’s chickens all the way down.
I believe it’s anuses all the way in. Like those Russian dolls, only made entirely of holes ad infinitum.
Now I wonder if that leads to the formation of a brown darf or a black hole, cosmologically thinking. I don’t think this is a question I should ask an astronomer.
Once you’re gone black you never come back.
So like a prolapsed anus but in reverse.
A rectal singularity.
If you put it like this the black hole idea gains weight. Yeah, I think you nailed it.
It’s a brown and orange Mandelbrot dive…
Not surprised at all. I’ve been assuming Trump called all Republican governors and SoS’s in the swing states that flipped between 2016 and 2020 to get them to ‘find more votes’. Everyone knows about Georgia because Raffensperger recorded the call and released it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen elsewhere.
It’s like the ass, of the ass!
At the end of the piece, George Conway was, perhaps, a bit too subtle when he declared, “Happy 31 months since Gov. Ducey silenced a call from the psychopathic orange criminal defendant while certifying Arizona’s election results”.
Craven Enabler #1 gets a bit of what he deserves in his home state:
So are the leopards just eating everyone’s faces now?
There’s nothing in the by-laws to prevent it.
Eventually there will be only a leopard eating its own face. An ouroboros? Or a leoboros?
Anything that eats its own face is a carniboros.
Its premature, but I just had a wonderfully Schadenfreudistic thought.
Unless there is some other important event or Time decides for the first time in its history to give back to back awards to Zelenski, I think Jack Smith is probably a shoe-in for Man of the year.
I can imagine little else that would be more likely to tip Trump over the edge. When the news reaches MaraLargo it will be known as the night of a thousand ketchup bottles.
Ketchupnacht
I don’t think it would be all that apocalyptic. Just a reference to “the failing Time Magazine” and more slurs about Smith and dog-whistles about who controls the lame-stream media, etc., etc., rinse and repeat. That Man will keep up that line of tirade until the day he dies, which I hope will consist of him choking on a hamberder, in front of thousands of witnesses and high-resolution cameras.
(And soon. Wishing death on a beloved public figure in the Pit is allowed, isn’t it?)