It was originally artist work in a series, and then was put on tshirts additionally. Dubya riding a sharknado in the sky with twin guns blazin. Nixon brawling with a sabretooth tiger. Lincoln on the back of a grizzly. Mecha FDR. Scroll through the original artist’s work: http://sharpwriter.deviantart.com/gallery/

My husband said we should rent a taco truck for our corner. 😉

The cut of the suit in that picture is the most unrealistic thing about it. Nothing he owns fits that well.

when he’s not humping them, in an attempt to mark them with his citrus scent:

did they though?

I have a co-worker who, after Trump won, printed this out and hung it on the wall. He’s one of a very small number of Trump supporters around here. He became upset when he realized *someone* drew a Hitler mustache on Trump. He’s still trying to figure out who would do such a thing and has accused almost everyone in…

meh. could use more gold and maybe a golf course or two.

Someone will have to draw a pussy and put it on the end of a fishing pole so he’ll be lured out of his house when he’s way too tempted grab it.

Let’s not exaggerate! Donald Trump travelled all the way to Slovenia to meet the love of his life’s family and stayed for an entire, uh, lunch?

i always assumed its so has the privacy to furiously masterbate every time he sees himself on the tee vee.

“He has not been a person to do staged events for the sake of doing staged events.”

A few months ago I said he’s borderline agoraphobic. He only stays at Trump Tower or Mar-a-Lago, only flies in his own plane (and returns to Trump Tower in said plane after every out of town engagement). Now he’s proving it.

Anyway, we know where this is going: Someone is going to have to lure Donald Trump out of Trump Tower with a six-foot portrait of himself and force him to be president.

Listen, we’re not talking some grand unified theory of self-defense and the ethics therein.

Fucking yes, yes, and yes. Damnit, all the truth of this article and your response to it. As I read along, the billion stories I could add to the pile came rising up to the surface, never forgotten. I can’t remember the names of some of my old co-workers or teachers, but I can remember with perfect clarity the time…

Uh huh. But months of low-key sexual assault and humiliation is not comparable to punching someone in the arm once.

Okay. Next time you’re a fourteen year old girl dealing with months of ongoing harassment and humiliation without a single ally you let me know how you handle it.

I don’t need men to open the door for me or stand up when I join the table. In fact, I’d frankly prefer they not. I just want them to not grope me or yell rude sexual things to me or follow me across multiple trains and buses. You’d think it’s a small ask, but some of the men responding to my comments are livid.

Where did some of you people grow up? Or When?

I was a kid from the 80's UK, and we knew that you never hit girls, even if they hit you first. Call them a rude name if justified, but you never get physical. If a boy hit a gilrl when I was young, other boys would beat him senseless. It was a cowardly act to hit a girl..…

Oh please Mr. Man, tell me how to be less emotional and more logical and how to argue better. Oh please oh please. You’re just inherently so much better at it than we are.