If they haven’t learned anything from California, it’s that the Leafs are just fuel for the Flames.

Well shit, looks like the only available time is 11 am on the second Tuesday of February in 2028. Which is no good for me, because I was planning on being shot by a serial wife abuser the previous Monday.

With Trump as a martyr the Republicans become unstoppable. You will see tax reform passed and the Democrats will back off and let Pence do whatever he wants for a solid three months.

And now you’re on a NSA list, SAD.

Even that isn’t Trump’s invention, so much as it is a repetition of a classic GOP tactic: take a term the opposition uses to complain about your own bad behavior, find a tenuous way to spin it so that it can apply to them, particularly if the original meaning is destroyed along the way, then parrot their own talking…

No. No it isn’t!

No, it takes a serious mental impairment to do it. Trump isn’t some inscrutable mad genius here, he’s a nutcase and a moron. He’s every idiotic Fox News watcher there is, rolled up into one bulbous orange corpulence, and with a bigger audience.

Let’s just skip to the end—there’s no way America survives this in any recognizable form anyway, so let’s split the country down the Mississippi. Trump and all his cultists can have one side, like North Korea or East Germany, and the rest of the country can remain in the Western world and flourish, relatively…

It takes some serious cojones to get on world’s biggest propaganda channel not only to claim you coined the term “fake news,” but also to blame other media outlets of pushing fake stories.

Maybe Michael Rappaport is Barron Trump from the future

Michael Rapaport looks and sounds like he's mentally challenged.

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You yadda-yadda’d over the most interesting part of the story though

I went out, had the lobster bisque, we elected Trump and yadda, yadda, yadda, Я никогда не говорил по-английски снова.

“Of course, otherwise, that would not be a man.”

Donald: Well then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right on top of him - face to face with the blowhole. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me, but I knew something was there. So I reached my hand in, felt around, and pulled out the…

You forgot straight! Definitely can’t forget straight!

“OK, now who wants it to be the white Anglo-Saxon Protestant Man of the year?”

Rumours are the first responders were on the verge of calling it right there on the stretcher, but Lawler managed to get his arm up in time.