He has to wear his huge comically oversized suits in order to hide just how wildly obese he is. He doesn’t want anyone getting a clear glimpse of his massive gut, pendulous boy boobs or that grotesquely flabby dumper of his. When he stands he looks like an overweight question mark and when he sits he has to stoop…

“Deal maker” is of course a major component of the Waddlin’ Don myth. According to his ridiculous self-penned make-believe bio, Lard Belly “got rich” by “making great deals” where he used his “vast intellect” to “win”, which admittedly does sound better than saying he ran pyramid schemes, bankruptcy bust-out scams and…

Waddles went there for the optics, nothing more. In “real life” he gives less than half a shit about “the troops” and there’s no doubt that he’d prefer to be spending the holiday weekend rage tweeting and screaming at the teevee in his cheez-stained bathrobe, but he needs the boost an appearance with “the troops”…

The obese gassy weirdo believes that any human trait ordinarily perceived as being “good” (honesty, integrity, humility) is actually a negative that only serves to prevent you from making more money. Being “rich” and drawing “ratings” on the teevee is literally all that matters to him, he doesn’t see the point in…

Watching that obese gassy feeb waddling and gyrating for his audience of sweaty flea-bearded drunks shows you exactly how low this country will stoop if given half a chance. The fat sweaty goobers roaring with glee over his sub-moronic lies are the anchors dragging the rest of us down. If you’re not hanging your head…

Blubber Butt can never, ever be wrong or even slightly incorrect about anything, no matter how trivial or meaningless it may be. Anyone claiming otherwise is, of course, “fake”, just an enemy of the nation who will stoop to anything in order to discredit Waddles.

Watch Lard Gut during this “ceremony”, he was feebing out even more than he normally does. Note how tense and anxious he gets whenever anyone else is speaking. While his stooge Pence was speaking Waddlin’ Don was totally losing it, making those peculiar twitchy faces. The way he does that and the way he deliberately…

“An ancient Taoist practice that’s been around for a while!”

Everyone associated with Trump is corrupt, you can’t be a Trump associate unless you are. And I’m not being facetious, I mean it literally. Unless you’re willing to continuously lie and throw any whiff of integrity you might have once had out the window, there’s no place for you in Waddlin’ Don’s perpetual freak show.…

I was skeptical, but poppy seed tea is quite capable of knocking you completely on your ass. I have a “moderate” opiate tolerance but 2/3rds of a coffee mug full of that vile brew totally floored me to the point where for a few minutes I seriously thought I drank way, way too much. I was legit high all day, all night…

I once sat next to an African-American female on a very long flight. It was exactly like sitting next to anyone else, amazingly enough. Somehow she managed to avoid rapping, twerking or engaging in any form of stereotypical behavior that scares the delicate racists among us. I know, incredible, right?

Obviously “supporting” Waddlin’ Don requires the faithful to immerse themselves in a magical land of fantasy and whimsy, where mean nasty “Dems” spend their days concocting bizarre schemes designed to discredit and “obstruct” the flabby gassy dotard. Never before has an American political party moved this far into the…

He sounds infantile, like a slow-witted child. “He goes...”...hearing the POTUS speaking that way is just unbelievably embarrassing on every level. His sub-cretinous Trumpies are still with him, of course, but over the last few weeks you get the general sense that the “undecideds” among us are slowly beginning to…

This never gets pointed out. Waddles does literally no real “work” at all, ever. He spends every single day doing little more than fucking around aimlessly, flapping his gums about whatever he saw on teevee that day and parroting his cretinous catch phrases.

“This is the final word from the president of the U.S.”

The gassy waddling feeb can’t even be trusted to remember brief sentences without help. He really does seem to sincerely believe that “being president” gives him magical superpowers and grants him the ability to bend reality to suit his obese flatulent needs as he sees fit.

I noticed this too, apparently Lard Gut hasn’t gotten a trim in quite a while, as his flippity-floppity back-to-front hairdo is becoming quite unruly.

What the Democrats really need is someone willing to throw “civility” out the window and attack Fatso at his own scummy level. Annoy, irritate and enrage him with snappy insults and nasty comebacks until he snaps, that’s how to beat him. Remember when he was bizarrely stalking Clinton during that one debate? If she’d…

That’s exactly what he does. He’s like that kid in school who always claimed he had a “girlfriend in another town” who no one ever met or even saw. That sleazy wife of his wants him to die even more than I do and his chinless demon spawn children no doubt feel exactly the same way.

Gassy cowardly blowhard, let’s hope that blubber-drenched heart of his gives out sooner rather than later. His death is the only hope this country has.