That’s a monster-level case of projection. I won’t point you to it, but in Deadspin there’s a post that starts with a picture of him in his tennis shorts. It’s pretty much as terrible as you’d imagine.

Trump talking about other’s weight problems is the pot calling the kettle black.

I believe he’s going as that old jack-o-lantern that is still outside rotting around Christmas time. 

What a time to be alive.

rofl holy cow. you got me with that one for a few seconds.

Look at this cute little Internet Tough Guy.

America’s great again? When did it stop being great? Was it in the last eight years? Hmmm, what else happened in the last eight years? I wonder?

Yes, Trumpie, yes. Triggered Benghazi snowflake Hillary blowjob, fake libtard media butt sex...uh huh. Heard you the first ten thousand times. Like I always say, I’d rather not offend one libtard than offend every Trumpie.

I think that Antarctic John Carpenter monster could be a decent choice. That or Ben Grimm.

the long-delayed 18th (!) film

I thought piece this, such as, also too.

Indeed, she’s merely architecting a new paradigm on a relative basis which will juxtapose sincerely albeit punk democratizing working families albeit presidential workers.

Yes, her word usage is perfectly cromulent.

Great...now I’m picturing the love child of Ivanka and Emmitt Smith.

I have a new sense of rigor mortis for her after reading this.

She talks like her father. Bigly.

No it isn’t. Ivanka Trump is part of this shitshow administration, with an office in the WH, and if she’s as big of a fucking idiot as her father then it needs to be called out.

I find her to be totally albeit.

Hey, meanie! She’s just using words in the wrong context—

Yes, the apple does not fall far from the uh, uhm, uh, what do apples fall from?