Der Trumpenführer addresses the United Nations General Assembly.
His remarks sounded better in the original German, of course.
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Der Trumpenführer addresses the United Nations General Assembly.
His remarks sounded better in the original German, of course.
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What a complete embarrassment. You would think this would be enough to convince anyone the dumpster is bat shit crazy.
This just leapt into my mind for some reason:
Oh, mama … it’s money that I love!
I just saw footage of some “highlights” of the U.N. speech. OMG! Rambling insanity with a twist of general inability to speak actual or complete words. This is what everyone on the planet sees and thinks of us as a country now. He is beyond an embarrassment. How could the translators even convey any of this to those not understanding English? I understand English perfectly well and I am at a complete loss for comprehending whatever it was that was said.
Yeah, he shit the bed big-time, hey? Whatever the roadies gave him backstage before showtime — Ketamine? PCP? A couple fat lines of chopped Adderall? — sure didn’t do him any favors. It got right up in there under the combover and started opening up all those moldy boxes in the attic, hunting applause lines.
What he got was crickets. Dude made Hunter S. Thompson in Vegas sound like Lincoln at Gettysburg.
More than a few world leaders are probably booking Mars flights with (F)elon.
“I don’t give a shit if the Starship does blow up. Better that than sticking around down here with that guy.”
Crazy old man talks to golden wall.
Dumpster and Felon (both of them) can go pound sand up their asses. The first thinks he’s always right, and the second thinks his work is worth $50B. Both need their boards to fire their asses, with prejudice.
I recall reading once, maybe during the Dubya years, that all the movers and shakers behind the GOP needed or wanted was a hand that would sign whatever fascist outrages they could push through a compliant Congress. Now they have both of those items and a Supreme Court to call it okey-dokey.
Our problem: The side of the country that gets their news from Faux Noise will have no idea this even happened.
It’s not the lies, it’s the vacuum.
Onset of senility?
Complete bloom of narcissistic sociopathy with a side of dementia is what I’m thinking. President Lula de Silva said it best. He acts like he was emperor of world.
By the way, I really like the photo you made for this post. Looks just like the man child.
Thank you, sir. I had a wealth of pigs to work with — Herself has more pigs than Smithfield Foods — but Porky seemed the pig best “suited” to the gig. If only he’d had a proper tie. …
I’ve had a dark thought. You mention pigs and mention the incompetency of the leader of a marginally confused country, and I recall a horrid cooking device that I received one Christmas when I was in college. The device allowed for the “chef” to insert hormone rich mystery meat-in-casings into it position between pointed aluminum electrodes, and when Le Chef throws the switch the hot dogs get the real shock treatment. But the dark image I had was der incompetentführer doing the wild chicken while connected to a couple of electrodes in a larger shock-cooking device. No I’m not hungry. I’m just tired of his ego that won’t go away.
Cut the guy some slack. After all, he did end of the war between Aiberbaijan and Albania.
I thought it was the war between Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen.