That’s how he will be known in the future.
Damnit! That should be Disgraced!
That’s how he will be known in the future.
Damnit! That should be Disgraced!
And dishonest cheating bastard is (one of the ways) that he is known today.
I’m hoping to see “Former President and Convicted Felon”.
I’m thinking the Pit.
Do you need to first be graced to be disgraced?
He’s already known as the “disgraced president.”
Whatever his status as President, he’s disgraced us all. And we may not recover during my remaining lifetime.
The next president should be considered the 45th. All books should refer to the time between Obama’s leaving the White House and the 45th president entering it simply as ‘INTERREGNUM’.
We’ve got anti-popes. Can we have anti-presidents?
“Hello, Traffic control? This is paddywagon one ready for departure.”
Damn straight. America’s Cromwell. Instead of hanging his portrait in the White House, I think a tiny orange mushroom shaped sculpture.
Seriously, I am against capital punishment. Especially in his case, because we don’t want his moronic base to rally around a martyr. Put him in a prison withing smelling distance of a McDonald’s and feed him tofu burgers.
Just no orange jumpsuit, he’ll look naked.
I think no portrait at all would be appropriate. There was no president between Obama and whoever the 45th might turn out to be, after all.
OK, I’ll make that “the disgraceful president.” That seems to be more appropriate.
I’m torn here. On the one hand, good old damnatio memoriae*. On the other hand, if Trump performs any service to the Republic at all, it will surely be to serve as a warning to others.
*If we somehow ever do build the fucking wall for some fucking reason, all the history books should totally refer to it as “Obama’s Wall”. And those history books should be the only reading material in Trump’s Super-Max cell.
Yes. As with John Hurt’s character on Doctor Who–“the War Doctor”–Donald will not be assigned a number. He will be “the Implosion Incumbent” or “the Ruinous Resident” or perhaps “the everlasting and binding cure for any American tendency toward pride, arrogance, or self-satisfied smugness on the world stage.”
The official portrait’s already been done.
No, Trump is actually a more subdued shade of orange than the phosphorescent orange of prison jumpsuits. He would probably look quite fetching in one, actually, the suit nicely color coordinated with his carrot-colored grinning mug as he proclaims how they gave him “the best cell in the whole place, absolutely the best – the best cell. They said ‘he deserves the best. Trump deserves the best’. I’m not saying it, that’s what they said. And everyone agrees. Everyone agrees.”
He is heard mumbling “Nothing but the best. Everyone is saying it” as he is led away back to his cell.
Surely there will be an asterisk at the very least.
Probably not within mine (69). I have a several-years-older friend who is saddened to realize that “Trump may be [her] last President.”