My favorite was the clip where the crowd cheers the troops, boos the president and then cheers someone else over the course of about 30 seconds.

That was a transparent effort specifically calculated to cut the booing short/lessen its intensity.

Crowd seeing veterans: Yaaaay!
Crowd seeing Trump: Boooo-
Producer: “Cut back to the fucking vets!”
Crowd seeing veterans: -ooo... Yaaaay!

George Carlin. Three times, because the realization Donald Trump is president would kill him again the first two.

Trump may be deteriorated to the point mentally where he is just confabulating everything, he seriously may not know what is true any longer in the labyrinth he has built in his head.

Trump breathes more than he lies but he lies more than he wolfs down diet cokes or hamburgers.

I love Men I Trust. They’re pretty much the best kicking back on the roof deck with a cocktail at sunset band going.

“you’ll here from me tomorrow.”

So we’ve got all these fancy-ass basebally metrics for football now- is his throwing velocity down? Is his launch angle off? What about his BBABABABBABAABABIPITYBOO?

“It’s nice to have a little private chat with my gold star homies but I can’t make a career out of a handful of people like that. I can’t put food on the table this way.”

Could God make a movie so shitty Eric Roberts wouldn’t star in it?

We have always been at war with Debra Messing.

+42

“The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time.

Jesus FC

I dunno, thinking about your mom’s hands usually helps me

Still the best.

What is the over/under on the pounds of feces in his bloated orange body upon death?