No, my Trump slogan would be “TP for my bunghole!”, since he looks like he’s taking a shit in every single picture ever where he’s sitting down.

I’m sure his accent is just fine in his native language, Dothraki.

When you play this right after every Trump clip or tweet, it works 100% of the time.

That’s right.

Sarah “Bullseye” Palin thinks so.  ‘Memba her?

That’s several thousand deaths more.

That’s the word.

Yes, that’s it.

Agreed. He’s functionally illiterate. He learned how to read in school, but then never read anything again after high school. His literacy is atrophied. He can read, but it takes a lot of strain and effort, just like with atrophied muscles. Those pathways in his brain are dried up like the Sahara desert.

He was a fantastic McBain, better than Connery.

Let’s unpack the bullshit, shall we?

It’s almost as if he didn’t understand that fine XKCD cartoon at all.

I want him to live for a very long time, at least 20 more years.

He doesn’t like the proposal of a joint European army, that may decrease European dependancy on American troops stationed in Europe. At the same time, he is constantly insulting the Europeans for spending too little on their militaries, and being too dependant on American troops.

Trump is neither a nationalist, nor a patriot. Trump is a Trumpist. Whatever serves Donald Trump, goes - country be damned. It’s not at all about putting America first, but about putting Trump first. You are of course correct in stating that the man doesn’t now the difference between both terms in any case, or…

In every civilized nation in the world, a juvenile victim of serial rape would receive therapy and treatment.

There’s a very good chance that a lot of people would still be alive today if Hillary Clinton - the supposed “Killary” many Americans feared - had been elected President.

This is the Hoff we deserve - the one we need is still looking for freedom.

In the days since Bush’s death on November 30, his family, friends, and the reporters who covered him have told their own stories about the times they saw Bush do what any man might do—write thank-you notes, remember birthdays, bond with grandkids. Each story is a way for its teller to reflect, in ways people…