Trump Sr: "I know nothing about Russian collusion. There wasn't any."
Media: "You don't even speak with your son?"
Trump Sr: "That's true. Yes. I do not."
Media: "Makes sense, actually."

You'd think they'd pick it up just by proximity.
Osmosis or something.

"I told you, you should've sent me to Russia, Dad! I wanted to meet the pretty lady! It's always Jared with you. Jared, Jared, Jar…Wait. What? You sent Junior? Christ, Dad! Just, Christ!"

There was a weekend in 1979 that I really, really enjoyed.

Talk about Fake News. Amirite?

I've got TWO fists! Dammit, let me use them!

Well, Hillary did tell him so at their debate.

So much flop sweat on the Hannity set tonight, they'll have to have somebody standing there with a mop.

It is sad, though. Very sad.

Now that the kid is in the snare, unless his unnatural amount of body grease loosens him, Daddy will snap.

Thank you!

"I put my face in front of Dick's gun. He really wanted to bag a turkey, but, you know, when you got something in your sights, and you're a sportsman, you just gotta shoot. I'm really sorry my damn stupid face ruined his shot."

Is that a rhetorical question?

Sorry to hurt your feelings, little one.

"I wanted the trunk, but Daddy has always told me to go for the tail."

The president is more likely frustrated due to impacted colon.

"Of course a good son would do everything he could to help his father. That's just American family values! The fake media is anti-family! Quit trying to hurt our President! What is your kid doing this weekend?"

Yeah, yeah. You're right!
I'm not counting that. *smile*

AVATAR

That's correct. I'd like them identified, belittled, and reprogrammed.