@CallMeCuteT@sandibachom Agreed. Let his paranoia and fear of dying consume him.
Plus walking around wearing a saggy, blown out Depend all the time must give him a wild case of diaper rash!
@Suzierizzo1@joseph_isador The time is coming where he’s either going to physically assault someone (common in dementia patients) or call someone a “fucking bitch” on live TV.
Maybe drop an N bomb or two as well.
The dude can’t keep the mask of semi civility on anymore.
@AnnCoulter@AntiToxicPeople I really hope his God awful energy and destructive vibe don’t cause the Knicks to loose momentum.
Or worse yet, that he uses the game to run another one of his false flag operations?
Trump today claimed he “didn’t promise anything” about NO NEW WARS.
So here’s a second compilation showing FIFTY times during his campaign where he PROMISED exactly that.
It's funny how the female reporter is just sitting there all calm while the man who told you that a woman is too emotional to be president is having a full blown crash out on national TV.
@TheRealThelmaJ1 Per @caslernoel, when ole Donnie gets angry or frustrated he’s been known to evacuate his bowels in some sort of toddleresque poo poo protest.
Judging by how pissed off he got with Welker, I’d say there’s a good chance he blew out a Depend and then had to dip in a hurry.
I’m not comparing him to Hitler, but I want to remind people of something.
When the generals told Hitler there wouldn’t be a thousand-year Reich, but he didn’t accept defeat gracefully.
He told them to flood the coal mines and bring down the electrical grid around Berlin.
His rationale was: If I can’t have it, nobody gets it.
That’s Donald Trump’s psychology with the Republican Party.
He doesn’t quietly want them to win after he’s gone.
His whole identity is built on the narrative that you were nothing before I got here and you’ll be nothing when I leave.
He’s not going to campaign for his successor. It’s not in his personality. It never will be.
Watch what happens.
If you think I’m trashing MAGA (whatever that is now) I really am sorry. I know for certain there are millions of Americans who voted for Donald Trump that love this country and love their neighbors and love their families and struggle and succeed and fail just like me and you and everyone. And I don’t begrudge them their political affiliation in any way. I just abhor the hate. The meanness for the sake of being mean. No matter where it’s coming from. I’m not your enemy man. I’m really not. They’re trying to get us to fight among ourselves while they pick our pockets and piss on our legs and tell us it’s raining. I’m not doing that to you and I sure as hell know you’re not doing that to me. What could we possibly gain by hating each other as they walk off with all the food on the table. We can disagree with each other without hating each other. We just all need to break the algorithm man. It’s so much more fun finding a reason to love someone than it is finding a reason to hate them.
@HamzoPurger@SpencerHakimian Roy Cohn was one of the creepiest and loathsome creatures to ever walk the Earth.
He was positively reptilian in nature, and was filled with so much self loathing and evil energy that some of it definitely transferred to Trump.
@maddenifico@AlbaWandering What’s funny is in reality Vanky’s voice is probably at the same octave as this guy’s real voice. That, and she swears like a drunken longshoreman.
Per @caslernoel, she puts on the breathy, baby girl voice around Trump when she wants something. Plays up to his lust for her.
@HamzoPurger@SpencerHakimian Wonder if his Ladybugs are actually a raging case of anal warts?
Either way, those two share the same proclivities.
Roy Cohn turned Trump out back in the late 70’s. Introduced him to blow, poppers and bustin man cheeks!!
i took a 45-minute uber ride home from the airport last night after a brutal, three-day business trip.
i was completely emotionally and physically drained, and my social battery was at absolute zero.
when i got into the car, the driver.. an older guy named kabir.. didn't say the usual "how was your flight?" or turn on the radio.
instead, he just handed me a small, laminated piece of paper attached to the back of his headrest.
it was a literal "ride menu."
it said:
1. *the silent ride* (total quiet, no pressure to talk).
2. *the therapist ride* (if you need to vent about your day, i am listening).
3. *the tourist ride* (i will tell you cool facts about the city).
4. *the radio ride* (we just listen to old jazz and coast).
i smiled, pointed to number 1, and whispered, "silent ride, please. thank you."
he gave me a warm nod in the rearview mirror, adjusted the AC, and drove the entire 45 minutes in absolute, beautiful silence.
it was the most peaceful, therapeutic boundary i’ve experienced all year. i felt my entire nervous system finally reset.
when he dropped me off, i gave him a massive tip and told him, "that menu is a genius business idea. you must get amazing reviews."
He looked back at me and said, "i didn't make the menu to get better tips, dear.
my daughter has severe social anxiety, and she told me that the hardest part of her day is navigating small talk with strangers when her brain is tired.
she told me it feels like running a marathon.
i made the card so that anyone who gets into my car can feel completely safe dropping the mask for a little while."
i walked into my apartment and just sat on my suitcase.
we live in a world that is constantly screaming at us to perform, to network, to be "on," and to over-communicate.
but sometimes, the deepest form of love and respect you can show another human being is just creating a small, safe pocket of silence for them to rest in.
pay attention to the people who give you permission to be quiet. they are rare.