Republicans have zero credibility until they reject Waddlin’ Don and his non-stop feebery. The more they play along, the deeper they bury themselves.

It’s all intentional. No one in Lard Belly’s inner circle actually believes in him or his pathetic act. They’re in it for the money, nothing more. Trumpies are the easiest of all Americans to fleece, this is obvious.

Like her fat gassy hero, every single Trumpie is a fraud, playing along with a lie simply for the sake of “owning libs” and nothing more. To them “angering” their imaginary enemies for their own amusement outweighs literally everything else. Nightcrawler Conway knows this and dutifully plays along, all too willing to…

Waddles gets highly aroused and overstimulated when he’s around men he perceives as being “tough”, like football players for example.

Another Trump slob doing as she’s instructed and waiting for the old man to finally at long last croak. If there’s any justice in the world he’ll get life in prison and live to be 103.

LOL it’s all crimes, lies and scams, all of it. When are people finally going to realize that it’s who he is and who he’s always been?

This. Find me evidence of something he actually did on the up-and-up, as that would surprise me.

Guess how much Lard Gut cares about laws? And why should he, as he never faces any consequences for ignoring them as he sees fit.

LOL “power”. He has no “power” at all. He married Waddlin’ Don’s disgusting fraudulent daughter and puckers when he’s told to pucker. The obese gassy freak will eventually throw Jared under the bus as soon as he feels he has to and he won’t give it a second’s worth of thought either. Nothing infuriates me more than…

There was no intelligence regarding “imminent attacks”. Lard Belly wanted a diversion to get his mind off that pesky impeachment, so he went and played army for a few hours. Intelligence, reasons, thoughts...none of that played any part in it. It was all just an obese freakish weirdo massaging his ego and pandering to…

Indeed. In fact it sounds suspiciously like something someone helped her write in an attempt to pander to Drool-Cup Nation as blatantly as possible. 

SHS is a blithering moron. She seems to think her stint as Lard Belly’s appointed smug bullshit artist gives her some sort of legitimacy and credibility (common among his various parasites) but she’s still just an obnoxious crapsack and all-around buffoon, like she’s always been. Anyone can plainly see that her snide,…

But in some cases things like scholarships are on the line.

This is the problem and just pretending it’s not an issue isn’t fair.

He can’t legitimately debate anyone, he barely even knows where he is most of the time. What he’ll do is he’ll demand a “debate” entirely on his terms and when his opponent refuses he’ll go on the attack. 

LOL awesome comment. To buy that complaint you have to conveniently overlook the fact that no one is forcing her to shill and/or pretend it’s “something people like me have to go through”, as if it’s just an unavoidable pitfall and not a conscious choice. There’s a certain cognitive dissonance in this society where…

Now I’m not going to pretend to know what’s really going on here but yes, that “address to the nation” was downright bizarre. He was obviously out of it and barely awake. If we’re donning the foil hats here anyhow, it’s almost as if someone gave Tough Guy Donnie a stern talking to and let him know in no uncertain…

Waddlin’ Don appeared to be barely conscious during that “address”. Mush-mouthed, his nose whistling and wheezing during his phony “dramatic pauses”, sleepy-eyed...he looked for all the world like they dragged him out of bed, slapped on his face paint and trotted him out. I don’t have any idea who’s actually “running”…

11 AM is like the crack of dawn to the fat gassy freak.

The waddling moron was sniffling and mumbling like a mush-mouthed feeb and honestly appeared to have little to no idea of what was even happening. When he finally mercifully dies he’ll be rolling around in his fake gold casket, blaming “Obama” for his fate.