I feel like JUST out of frame, he must have on ostrich skin driving loafers with those nubs on them without socks.

There are clear signs of inbreeding. Eric Trump looks like some hemophiliac prince from 100 years ago or so.

The way he’s standing makes my mind think he’s holding a walking stick/cane like Mr. Fucking Peanut.

“But where do you play polo? Dare I even ask what the yacht club is like?”

“I’m sorry, what was that you said about the squash courts?”

Also hidden? The fucking wood-handled umbrella that you just know he’s carrying.

Am I the only one that thinks of a less masculine version of Niles Crane from Frasier each time I’m subjected to a photo of this jagoff?

“Oh I just love your muted Earth-tone top. I’m too much of a summer to pull it off myself, though.”

Can we talk about how Trump’s tax-evading former bodyguard got a fucking seat at the table? He’s in the fucking US delegation to Iraq with a fucking placard in front of him and everything? While in sweats?

“What advantages does this war have over, say, an ethnic cleansing, which I could also afford?”

It’s not “personalized like a pair of underoos”, Drew. IT’S BESPOKE.

Why disappointed? Limitless had a great pilot then immediately turned into yet another genius consultant/savant police procedural with mediocre writing that shoehorns resolutions to every conflict/problem. I hope someone makes a supercut of every time Brian says NZT.