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You cannot keep running for President. You have got to BE President, as much as you wish that weren’t true.

Be sure to remember that we’re not two months into this presidency. If you’re expecting results in a week, you’re going to be sorely, sorely disappointed.

This man is never going to admit to anything. He’s going to go full Nixon when Marine One unceremoniously flies his evil ass out of the White House, fingers and everything.

“Being president is hard. I mean, who knew healthcare was so complicated?!? You know what’s fun, though...traveling around the country, getting up in front of crowds, talking about myself and then they cheer! And the losers who don’t like me...I can rip them up and whadda they gonna do about it? Nothing! The people

Am I pickin’ it up?

Yup, Trump’s right. The real problem here is the leaks. Not the attorney general who lied under oath to get into office. Not the fact that this is the *second* person in Trump’s administration with dubious communications with Russia during Trump’s campaign. Nope. It’s not the conflicts of interest or the broken laws.

I am continually stunned at the administration’s willingness to make absolute statements on every issue. They just keep setting themselves up to be outed over and over and over again.

Eat that shit, motherfuckers. Eat it all.

No. One. Is. Still. Talking. About. The. Election. Except. “President” Trump.

Holy crap, you’re not kidding:

Or just having a sense of humor. Never trust anyone who hasn’t got one.

Sociopathy.

Well-observed. There’s another curious tic: he never laughs. He gives a big fake smile that suggests, “I know this is where I’m expected to laugh,” but has anyone ever seen him spontaneously react (in a normal human way) by just busting up? Nope.

I don’t know if it’s actually agoraphobia, but I can’t put my finger on what exactly it is. On top of everything else Trump already is, I just can’t wrap my head around the way he lives his life.

I think realizing what this job entails already has. He somehow had no fucking clue, even on November 9, the enormous responsibility that would be heaped on his shoulders. I’d be appreciating his misery if it didn’t mean that anything he does will badly fuck up the country.

Someone will have to draw a pussy and put it on the end of a fishing pole so he’ll be lured out of his house when he’s way too tempted grab it.

I cannot STAR this enough. I’m laughing so hard right now. Thank you.

Anyway, we know where this is going: Someone is going to have to lure Donald Trump out of Trump Tower with a six-foot portrait of himself and force him to be president.

He’s tweeting, he’s occasionally visiting the two restaurants he likes, and he literally doesn’t get outside even to glimpse the sun: