So three more days of this digression? Cheese and rice!
I think you nailed it. It’s going to be quite the cross for us to bear.
We’ve got a new covfefe-level incident on our hands.
Thrown off a trolley in old San Fran,
Landed in a puddle that washed away his “tan”
Raved at the reflecting pool like no one’s ever seen
Tripped, fell down, and now lies dead, underneath the green
Ulcerated uvula, blathering no more
Left him mute and drooling, expiring on the floor
Migrant farmers came upon him waddling through a field
Met with their machetes when he refused to yield
Poisoned penne pasta and toxic tortelloni
Boiled in water, served with compliments of Ms. Meloni
This is also the end I’m rooting for.
So what’s going on in this post?
As far as anyone can tell, he seems to think that Betty Jeanne Tucker, the former First Lady of Arkansas from 1992 to 1996, is his daughter.
The man’s head truly is an omelette with no eggs.
I can’t find any pictures of her as a blonde. She typically has dark hair.
Someone else thinks it’s Margo Catsimatidis.
It’s definitely the seal of the state of Arkansas on the throw draped over that couch, so probably Camp David during the Clinton years.
FWIW, I did a Tineye search and it didn’t yield any hits, so this photo was apparently not online before Trump tweeted it. It’s on Truth Social but not on his Twitter, so he probably tweeted it out himself instead of his usual social media handler doing it (which is increasingly uncommon these days).
A woman on another website inadvertently said something about him seeing a gynecologist.
If he was seen by a gynecologist - let’s not go there.
And then -
Ahh, the old ‘woman on another site’ schtick NWH? Got a cite, or is this just one of your, ‘I saw this, don’t know if it’s true, but I must post it anyway’ things?
46.9, not all there.
That boy’s cheese has slid off his cracker.
“Water does not reach the top floor”
“Doesn’t have all the players in the field”
“Doesn’t have his ducks in a row”
“His bow tie is whistling”
This would be the best end-of-Donald for the national psyche. Utterly un-spinnable as “heroic” or “God’s plan.”
One minute 16 seconds that COULD bring on his end, if he were allowed to see it. Unfortunately for the nation, those profiting by his reign will make sure he never learns that this exists:
(For anyone not wanting to click: it’s a video VERY plainly marked as being made with computer-generated imagery, of Fred Trump explaining his disappointment with Donald, in the rawest of terms.)
You are underestimating MAGA’s delusional subservience.
They would claim he was poisoned and convince themselves that they hear something epic in his last … err.. groans.
…by a cabal of Hillary, Joe, and Barak.
I don’t disagree with you, but it would be WORK for them to translate the ‘writhing like a poisoned cockroach’ with the Hand of God. Images are powerful. Maybe not as powerful as cult-delusions, but pretty powerful.
The cult requires Strength. Donald would have demonstrated a failure of Strength that would bother them, even if they did try to come up with inspirational Last Words from his groans.