This is a bunch of libturd cuck nonsense. There is no division within the Trump administration. Everyone is singularly focused on Making America Great again, and the fakenews PC narrative can’t handle it. Look, here Kushner (left) and Bannon (guess) are at a recent #MAGA rally, does this look like a sign of…

Currently taking bets on how long it takes until he shows up at a rally with a bunch of fake medals on his ill-fitting suit coat.

Don’t forget the scented markers, Donny’s favorite is the white one which smells like racism.

• Hands in photos already circled in gold sharpie to send to Graydon Carter

Will the similarities to Nixon never cease? Let’s go through the looking glass: Nixon’s middle name was Milhouse, and this is Milhouse channeling Trump:

This is clearly a lie. There are no flattering pictures of the oompa loompa who grew too big.

Fire, fury, and the most beautiful piece of chocolate cake you ever saw.

Any truth to the rumor that WH staffers have covered up all the mirrors, because Trump keeps on attacking that other president?

Makes sense. Remember those articles about how he can’t even sit through a five-minute briefing with picture aids, unless the presenters also sprinkle his name in there a couple of times? If he they don’t keep his mood up and focused, he might wander off to watch Fox News for 8 hours and then shout at people through…

I really do think that in his heart of hearts, Trump thinks that the people love him, that’s he’s popular, and that the polls are wrong because of things like this. He really only surrounds himself with yes-men. He only focuses on the good press. I think he genuinely believes that America loves him. It’s got to be…

Oh god. This is the asshole that’s gonna cause the end of the world? Not an insane genius, but this chucklefuck? Goddamn it that is just not right!

He did not, however, specify what the inaccuracies may have been.

Living in Seattle - a target rich First Strike environment - my plan is find somewhere with a good view, smoke a fuckton of weed and enjoy the fireworks.

Yeah. It sounds like my best bet is where I work - a big old 50s cement hospital - where I could hide in the creepy subbasement with the roaches. Or take enough drugs from the pharmacy to put myself out of my misery. Because I”m not going to be worrying about narcotics audits at that point.

until a rescue team can get to you.

Sort of, yeah! Except you don’t have to wash off tornado or worry about the tornado on your clothing giving you radiation sickness.

Was it hard to write this, Patrick? It was kinda tough to read - not in terms of the quality of the writing, which is quite good, but the feelings that emerged. I thought our parents and grandparents would be the last generations to need this kind of info.

An old-school refrigerator?

Basically, the same places one might go in the event of a tornado.