That’s because there’s basically nothing else to say about this pompous turd, who makes Ross Perot look like a born statesman.
Even Nader brought some chops to the table, as grossly unsuited for the job as he was. But Trump’s entire career consists of throwing other peoples’ money around, losing really, really big chunks of it, and then boasting endlessly what a killer businessman he is.
Even his fucking signature building lies about its height.
It’s not every day I can see I agree with AB, but I do on this.
We wouldn’t even notice his hair if he had something of substance to say. It’s not like he’s a woman, for pete’s sake. 
Sometimes the joke is worth the pain.
True. I’d like to ban pantsuit jokes, but there have been relatively few of them this go-around. Progress?
Is that the guy who paid a bunch of people to cheer him and then claimed he was going to build a giant wall separating the US and Mexico and then make Mexico pay for it?
Because then, yes, making fun of any part of his appearance after he gave tones and tones of ammunition with his acts and words is literally the laziest, lowest form of comedy.
Making jokes about his hair is a crowning achievement.
Actually, that looks like he takes his styling tips fromSomething About Mary.
Can we make fun of him because he’s an anti-science birdbrain?
Whether its funny or not is a different matter, but he brings the ridicule upon himself.
Well, to be fair, he did say he that he didn’t need to brag about his finances, as he was a rich man. A very rich man.
Then tell this to Donald Trump , he was making jokes about his own hair on TV.
I’m not sure I like your ton.
Are we making jokes about his hair, or something posing as his hair?
Maybe that’s his secret plan to eliminate ISIS. We insult his hair, it turns out to be an extra-terrestrial intelligence, the earth is invaded in retaliation and in wiping out all life as we know it, ISIS is wiped out.
I think he needs a Plan B.
Can I call him Tea Rump, is that far enough from his hair?
Too late. It was his mother who needed that.
We have Sam Beckett to blame for Donald Trump. In 1958, Sam was driving the 12 year old Trump and his father in a cab when Sam told them that New York real estate would become very valuable someday. Damn meddling time traveling quantum physicists!
Joking or commenting on his “policy” proposals would require taking him even slightly seriously. People aren’t making fun of his hair because they can’t come up with some jab about political stances, they’re making fun of his hair because they don’t care about his political stances. He’s a joke.
Joking about his horrible hair is still giving him about 5,000 pounds more respect than he deserves.
I very badly want someone to get close enough to that fuckstick to swoop in with a vacuum haircutter, suck up that combover and make it disappear in a second.
I mean, really, why does no one close to him tell him to cut that shitty shit show on top of his head? Are they all such toe sucking money grubbers he has no one to tell him the truth?
Never mind that white piece of spittle hanging from the corner of his mouth while he gave his little “look at me, I’m an asshole” speech. He’s just so gross.
I will mock his stupid hair forever, don’t care how lowbrow that is, and would LOVE the opportunity to tell him to his face. One day, we’ll cross paths downtown. One day.
Good luck with THAT. Trump probably hasn’t been south of 14th Street since 1973.
