Nitpicking: The Peace Prize is awarded by Norway.
Based on my daughter’s description of the test — she said it felt like they were trying to scrub her tonsils through her nose, with a bristle brush — I find it hard to believe he was actually tested. If he had been, we’d never hear the end of the whining (interspersed with self-praise that no President had gone through so much for the sake of his country).
I’m sure he’d be happy with a prize for Physics, which he deserves because his uncle was the greatest MIT professor ever.
“Wartime president” is a dream come true for Donny – they tend to get re-elected. Never mind that he’s mostly responsible for this turning from a skirmish to a war.
In fairness, so are most wartime presidents.
You’re barking up the wrong treed if you expect that jackass to accept any responsibility whatsoever. He already told the world that very thing: “I take no responsibility.”
What?
Trump yesterday: “This is a pandemic,” Mr. Trump told reporters. “I felt it was a pandemic long before it was called a pandemic.”
Trump today: “Nobody knew there would be a pandemic or an epidemic of this portion. Nobody’s ever seen anything like this before,” Trump said.
:smack:
Not a nitpick-- totally appropriate correction. My bad.
At least I got to put in a plug for rutabagas.
How about day before yesterday: “It’s a great big nothingberder.”
Are you a rutabaga farmer…?
No, I just always felt like these veggies never got a fair shake. Kind of like those ugly dogs that only a mother could love. They’re kind of like potatoes with a little bit of the bitterness of turnips, but not much. One cookbook called them “Yukon gold potatoes with an attitude.” I guess it’s just my little crusade. Cuddle up with a rutabaga tonight.
Returning to our regularly scheduled programming.
My bolding. Returning in a second…
Oh, I loooooove rutabagas. My mom makes extra for me on Thanksgiving. I eat a whole bowl of the mashed kind.
And now that I’m looking at Trump on TV, the colors of the two are quite similar. Still don’t understand how anyone can vote for someone that looks like this. Every time the fuckwad blinks, you get these glowing white dots from his eyelids.
ThelmaLou: That’s cool. I happen to love rutabagas myself.
Once a person tucks into a dish of mashed rutabaga, they’ll never go back to those damn watery purple-and-white turnips again!
(Japanese turnips are another matter. Cook those suckers slowly in butter and serve them with their sautéed greens. Good eatin.’)
I do home healthcare. I’m currently taking care of an elderly lady with dementia.
She rarely watches TV because she usually finds it confusing.
Anyway, she wanted to watch some TV today, so as I was flipping through channels I went by Trump as he was talking about the Corona virus. My client said, “Go back. I want to listen to the asshole for a few minutes.” 
Oh yeah, Japanese turnips!
I do like a bowl of regular mashed potatoes with one or two small turnips mashed in. Gives just a hint of bitterness.
I should have known I’d find fellow rutabaga lovers here. My people!
Okay, now back to topic!
Eat Hootersville rutabagas!
I should have known better, but I made the mistake to Trump’s press conference today, where, in the midst what’s shaping up to be the greatest national crisis since WW IIand following the usual litany of lies, false statements and general rambling, he managed to set aside at least ten minutes to piss and moan about the unfair, failing fake news media. Yeah, nothing new there, but really. What a fucking putz.
Great typo. Because he certainly isn’t helping.
Bonus enraging act:
Remember how Trump said earlier today that the states need to start buying their own medical supplies and stop pestering the administration because “the federal government is not a shipping clerk”? Well seems the states are being outbid on supplies by the feds: