Looks like a modern take on the Roman spintria coins:

I remember when the mildest compliment about Barack Obama would react in a horde of conservatives screeching, “LOL YOU LIBS THINK HE’S THE MESSIAH!!!”

Yeah, it came out the head of the NRA billed $38,000 worth of clothes in ONE DAY.

Carrie Fisher repeatedly said his disjointed, bizarre speaking style reminds her of her 80s cokehead days.

Reminds me of the guy I sometimes see at the gas station. Driving some 30-year-old beater literally held together with wire and duct tape, paying for four dollars worth of gas with dimes and pennies. 

I know fetus-fetishist men are generally creepy, but Pedophile Inspector Gadget up there is going to be tough to beat.

She destroyed the Iron Fleet and vaporized the Golden Company in a manner of minutes.  How much more fear does she need?

Wayne LaPierre was funneling money to his ad agency that coincidentally produces ads for the NRA.

He only named him Don Jr. so he wouldn’t be the dumbest guy on the planet named Donald Trump.

Wikipedia literally needed a dedicated page for all of his sock puppet personalities that talk about how great this Donald Trump guy is.

Melania = Shae. A marble-mouthed skank with a weird accent who would bang any old creep if he kept her in gold.

Pence = High Sparrow.

Plus some old-school forced perspective tricks!

The witch’s prophecy is that Cersei would die at the hands of her little brother. She keeps assuming it’s Tyrion, despite the fact she’s the older twin by a few minutes.

To Westeros, she’s a foreign queen with an army of heathen foreign soldiers from a despised family, and vaporizing Randall and Dickon Tarley didn’t win her any points with the Westeros houses.

I would have loved a scene where Cap goes to return the Soul Stone and has an interaction with his old nemesis Red Skull.

I’ve seen them twice. I remember Slymenstra Hymen beating the shit out of a guy in a rubber dinosaur costume with a pair of bloody tampon-nun chuks.

I’ll skip the shock-rock / goth / industrial crappy opening acts I saw that trotted out some predictably lame attempt to be “edgy.”

You know, maybe if homeboy wasn’t constantly telling his kid women are inherently inferior, the kid wouldn’t take it so seriously that he was outplayed by EW, A GIRL; he’d shrug it off as being merely outclassed by a better athlete.