Great. Thanks to Donnie, every celebrity fuckface thinks they can be elected. Completely unqualified people who are considering a run for office:

I’m not racist against (insert group)

Team Meteor

The only acceptable outcome.

No it’s cool because I heard in the comments that Irish people were discriminated against and enslaved too.

Truly, Team No One.

Who among us hasn’t met with a Russian lobbyist offering dirt on our father’s political opponent as a pretext to talk about sanctions, forgotten to talk about the dirt, and then lied about it for months?

I actually read The Art of the Deal. I was a few months pregnant and working part-time before I started law school and was reading everything I could find about money and personal finance. I still occasionally reread Suze Orman and Dave Ramsey, but even then I knew Trump was full of shit. This was back in 2005.

Barron is already a foot taller than Putin.

This whole disgusting smug administration feels like a giant wet loogie in the face to all of my friends and colleagues who have spent their lives, with significant emotional and financial sacrifices, trying to understand and solve the really complex problems that these people clearly do not give two shits about.…

Hey now! It was really, really hard for her as a kid when she wanted to have a lemonade stand like other kids but because of where they lived in a walled gated mansion she couldn’t. BUT! She persevered! She had the servants make a bunch of lemonade and then she put it on a table and sold it back to them! Glass ceiling…

Thank you for this.

Hey, remember back in 2016 when Trump was going on about Hillary being on death’s door and not having enough physical stamina to be president? Good times.

If they’re trying to convince me that he doesn’t have Alzheimer’s and the only person who can manage him is his daughter, they’re failing. Miserably.

Pants over the diaper is usually a slow down. Layering is good for more than just warmth and style, people!

This is precisely what I came down here to write. The second I hear “mama bear” I go ahead and assume slightly nuts. Though they’re usually on the other side of the counter demanding to see the manager.

From baby buttholes to tofurkey sausages, this whole article made me vaguely nauseated.

Ryan would then just spend more time jerking off to passages in Atlas Shrugged.