Thursday open thread: Oh for Pete's sake
Yesterday on his Shit Social media side, the Orange Anus—accompanied by a ridiculous picture of him as a muscled superhero with pew-pew laser beams coming out of his eyes—breathlessly announced that today would witness a yuge announcement. Stay tuned! Thank you! Asshole.
Will he announce a running mate? Will he announce that he's going to form a third party? Will he announce that he's returning to Twitter?
Oh my God. Who the hell cares? Donald Trump is the proverbial uninvited guest who won't leave the party at the end of it. He swore that if he lost to Joe Biden, we would never hear from him again. Of course, like everything else out of his mouth, that was a damnable lie.
I only write this post so that we can have a space to mock him mercilessly. If he even makes an announcement. He's a pathetic cretin who is hemorrhaging support. The MAGA crowd increasingly want Trumpism without Trump. But he has a hold on enough GOP voters to remain a force, even if he's becoming more and more spent.
When he called for the suspension of the Constitution so that he could be reinstalled after the first part of the Twitter Files dropped, I did not cower in fear. Cower in fear of this schlemiel? He's a schmuck, a gonef, a schnorrer. Es un pendejo, un idiota, un imbécil. The greatest mistake anyone has made is taking him at all seriously. If his candidacy had been treated with the derision it so justly merited, if the other Republicans sharing the debate stage with him and treated him with utter contempt, we wouldn't be in the state we are. But no. For ruthless Masters of the Universe, the likes of Marco Rubio and Chris Christie danced and pranced around him, allowing Trump to land the body blows they couldn't or wouldn't. Which again brings up the notion of fear: the GOP couldn't obliterate a buffoon like Trump; why should I be afraid of them?
Whatever he announces, it will be pathetic. And this is his theme song.
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