Well, here’s the thing about Trump’s (il)logic about this:
Well, here’s the thing about Trump’s (il)logic about this:
Yeah....questions. Questions that every President before his whiny, overprivileged ass answered with decorum and little complaint about bias and conspiracy of a “liberal/conservative” agenda.
Like the flow of water down the drain.
Last night, for some reason, I was wondering what that dipshit Ajit Pai was up to nowadays.
Oh, Stephen. You know that in twelve years they are going to reconcile today’s egregious action by sleeping with a black man in college and using that to justify their wokeness.
Well, here’s the real fucking problem:
I heard Yamiche Alcindor originally wanted to be up Trump’s ass like an irritant anal boil or the tip of a Converse buried deep up his colon.
Pfft. If you were a con-man duping the stupidest 33% of America, would you remember all those rubes a month later? To Trump, it’s all just one big white blur.
Donald Trump blaming everything and everybody for his own mistakes is the same as a 25 pound bag of fresh dogshit trying to blame its own stink as someone else’s fart.
Well, here’s the juice on that: Trump’s followers don’t know that either.
My take on Navarro is that while he may be excellent at teaching economics, he is also someone who will take advantage of a grift to empower himself at the expense of idiots (see any CNN reporter who moved over to Fox News).
Definitely South Korea. Wanna know something staggering?
It’s nice that Carlton Banks went on to do OK and get to marry Amy Schumer.
Oh, yeah, let’s not forget that one too.
Christ, why is it that if I took the conservative section of the Supreme Court and replaced them with five sacks of dog shit that they would be an improvement over what is currently there now?
Well, I hate to tell you this, but this pandemic isn’t going anywhere soon and in less than two months it will be hurricane season again.
The GOP should take their mythical bootstraps and go auto-asphyxiate themselves in the privacy of their closets.
Yeah, that voice. You could feel the love of soul, the pain of blues in his voice. So remarkably singular. Rest In Peace, Life, Power.
This week, every day from November 2016, and all the years between 2000-2008 can kiss my ass.
Well, that’s the other thing. OK, send humanitarian medical supplies to China to help them deal with their outbreak. But did Trump or any of his administration take the initiative to resupply the deficit and ramp-up production for a possible outbreak?