Trump waiting 45 minutes? Not a chance. Hershel Walker picks up the fries at the counter, his lead blockers open the door and push other customers and pedestrians out of the way. Walker passes the order off to a driver. With the police shutting down all traffic in midtown Manhattan, the driver brings the fries two blocks to Trump Tower. The building’s maintenance staff has an elevator on standby. It bypasses all the other floors to bring Trump his fries. We could get that time down to five minutes, tops.
Yeah, right. 
Like anything in the Trumpiverse is that organized. I’m going with 45 minutes.
Trump probably thinks everything from McDonald’s is always cold. Look at the display he put out for that football team at the White House. One commentator pointed out at the time the “juxtaposition of presumably hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of silver and china ‘holding $29.50 of lukewarm dog shit.’”
In any event, as a former McDonald’s employee (back in the ‘80s) I will tell you that McDonald’s fries are sublime up to 5 minutes out of the fryer, OK up to 10 minutes, and unappetizing limp greasy shit after that.
I just googled it, and from what I can tell, the closest McD’s to Trump’s New York tower is about an 8 minute drive. Add in parking time, elevator time, taking it out of the bag and arranging it on an gaudy golden plate time, he’s well over that 10 minute window.
Man, re-reading that Vox article:
Though he told reporters that he had personally bought “300 hamburgers,” in a tweet the next morning that number had skyrocketed to “1000 hamberders [sic].” (Photos and videos of the scene show that the lower number is likely the more correct one.)
It was such an innocent time, when all we had to concern us was lies about the number of hamberders [sic] he’d bought, and not lies about people eating cats.
Sounds like a really odd menu item at Taco Bell.
“[Solar energy is] all steel and glass and wires. It looks like hell. And you see rabbits get caught in it … it’s just terrible.”
Beautiful coal plants are so much prettier.
Geez, coal plants are the definition of industrial wasteland for post-apocalyptic movies. Working coal plants.
“As many as you, you have no idea what I did in the White House. I stopped wars with France. You know, the France story. They were going to charge us, think of this, 25% to all, I have to protect American companies whether I like 'em or not. Some of them I didn’t even like. You know, Google is treating us much better, did you notice that? What happened to Google, they’re treating us very nice, much better, I appreciate that. They said that McDonald’s was one of the most viewed things they’ve ever had.”
“We will quickly become energy dependent again”
“For 40 years, I’ve been hearing about Detroit is coming back. Never came back” (insulting Michigan is an interesting way to try to win votes there)
“He’s really a sicko. Remember when he called JD Vance and I weird? We’re not weird. We’re very solid people. He’s a weird dude. He’s always pumping his heart” (lol wut)
We kinda sorta had one back in 1798 or so. The “Quasi-war”. Little known, and i will bet a million quatloos trump has never heard of it.
Actually, that explains a lot. Trump has been bringing up the Alien Enemies Act of 1798 in his rallies lately and saying that “we need to go back to 1798” when politicians and laws weren’t “woke”.
Someone probably mentioned the quasi-war to him and in his addled mind he’s convinced himself that it’s something that could happen today if he, the greatest and smartest man to ever live, weren’t around to prevent it. Maybe the XYZ Affair is what he’s jarbled into “the France story” where “they tried to charge us 25%”.
I cant fault your logic.
I think he’s just recalling his war with the french fryer last weekend.
This is one of his most unique weaves to date. I wish they wouldn’t have cut it off before we finally learned how Arnie Palmer’s schlong tied it all together. I’m sure it was a thing of beauty.
I nearly sprayed my IPA on my keyboard!
C’mon, it wasn’t that long.
That’s a frighteningly large crowd all cheering for this lie, so what he says doesn’t make me worry of his chances.
“Hi! I shit my pants!”
Crowd: (cheers and applause)
“You can buy my “decal matter” with official DNA reports proving it’s mine! Or one of my family members!”
Crowd: (cheers and applause)
Sure, that’s when our army manned the air, it rammed the ramparts, it took over the airports. France never had a chance.
You misspelt “tangents.”
He doesn’t “weave.” That implies that there’s thought behind this BS. He goes off on tangents.
I wouldn’t call it a tangent or a weave. It’s a rabbit hole. Well not that organized really. But his brain goes down some narrow path that he can’t get out of. The question (entrance) is forgotten, so the answer is always “I’m the best”
The most worrying aspect of that is that he doesn’t seem to know the difference between a trade war and an actual war.