He should just take a chapter from Ann Richards and call him “poor Donny” at every opportunity, as in “Poor Donny, he can’t help it. He was born with a silver foot in his mouth.” It would infuriate him.
Today’s New York Post:
I was unsure if this was descriptive or prescriptive.
Campaigns using unauthorized songs has long been a problem. The Republicans are worse culprits than Democrats, but both sides do do it.
I’ll reference Teddy and the Bull Moose Party (and to some extent Ross Perot and the Reform Party). The MAGA party will collapse as soon as Trump dies, but I support the concept because it would give the Democrats a free shot at the White House (and Biden could decide not to run and someone under the age of 65 could take the nomination).
Here’s hoping! I, for one, devoutly wish Cleveland to remain electorally unique.
Perhaps himself. Repeatedly.
( May mushroom jokes ensue )
Fucked with the wrong late composer, he has.
Funny, is it not?
When useful one is, how one looks matters not.
Yeah, but you don’t have the pro-authoritarian mindset. Most Trump supporters do.
So they’re fine with being told what they can and cannot do.
Pelosi, speaking about stepping down as Speaker: “I have enjoyed working with three presidents” She served under four. Guess which one she didn’t enjoy.
Orange you glad that it wasn’t a competent one? 
I’m sure Donnie will never believe she’s referring to him.
The First post that applies to The Con IMHO tonight:
The second describes him also, but it is by Peter Gabriel.
Given that he’d spot the discrepancy to begin with.
Then again, I suppose he has the luxury of there always being someone around to set him straight on, like, the really, really, really basic things in life, to make him function througout the day, which may include things like news he doesn’t understand or want to hear.
He must go through handlers like 'berders.
The iDJiT’s campaign responds to Garland’s announcement:
There’s NO WAY Donnie knows the word “feckless.” Unless he meant reckless … or maybe fuckless. 
While he has blown up like the GoodYear Blimp, if he didn’t pass those ‘berders’ regularly, his Flabby Shanks would eventually erupt like the Artemis Rocket.
< Artist’s Conception of a Delayed Rump Blast-Off >
“T-plus 10 seconds… we have Onion Burn initialized.”
“T-plus 20 seconds… Flabby Roids has achieved 2000 miles per hour.”
“T-plus 30 seconds… Centaur Roll has been achieved.”
"T-plus 35 seconds… the two booster rockets Senator Graham and Senator Rick Scott have achieved separation. Please note that the premature detonation of the Dr. Oz and the Kari Lake boosters have had no effect upon trajectory.
“T-plus 45 seconds… Flabby Shanks One has left the atmosphere! On behalf of Mission Control I’d just like to say… that’s two small hands for man… and one giant Asshole sent to space…”