Absolutely. When he wore a MAGA cap, once he put it on it he never publicly took it off again. I’m trying to imagine what “hat head” would look like with that elaborate crazy-glued combover of his. It doesn’t bear thinking about.
Hey, American Armed Forces, want to deserve all the accolades from Memorial Day? Recall Flynn to active duty, court martial him for sedition, toss him in prison. Democracy defended and no troops killed in an ill-conceived war. Win-win!
How well-mannered am I? Just enough to avoid the triggering of the quoted line to rerun my theory about how masculine Donnie actually is. That's right; I'm cancelling myself on this. But imagine your worse and you'd likely be in the ballpark.
"TRUMP: And why’s that? Huh? Not because of me. It’s you they don’t like."
So my periodontist is telling me a story: His friend was dining out and at a nearby table was Donnie, Melania and Vanky. Their entire dinner conversion was Donnie boasting about himself.
Whether it's richer than they are or smarter than they are, adolescent boys seem to particularly love 'faggot' to hurl at anyone with an advantage they'll never have. I think it's part of an whole ideology that makes poor, stupid, and struggling—each or all—fundamentally more masculine, because that's the only consolation boys of all ages suffering thereby are going to get. (See: Dick Gregory's routine on how he was consoled as a youth by the received knowledge that 'all white guys had itty-bitty pee-wees', and how bereft he felt when enough life experience nixed that.).
I'm sure D.J.T. heard it a lot; as usual, that's no consolation to _me_ at all—I'm just permanently angry that that bean-ball at military school didn't leave him incapable of hurting anyone, ever.
the warm coke was my personal spit take. so to speak. in these dark days, albeit brightening incrementally, the continuance of these trump vignettes is a great solace.
(He took the hat as a show of dominance. He's too vain to ever *wear* it.)
Absolutely. When he wore a MAGA cap, once he put it on it he never publicly took it off again. I’m trying to imagine what “hat head” would look like with that elaborate crazy-glued combover of his. It doesn’t bear thinking about.
Hey, American Armed Forces, want to deserve all the accolades from Memorial Day? Recall Flynn to active duty, court martial him for sedition, toss him in prison. Democracy defended and no troops killed in an ill-conceived war. Win-win!
"TRUMP: It’s effeminate."
How well-mannered am I? Just enough to avoid the triggering of the quoted line to rerun my theory about how masculine Donnie actually is. That's right; I'm cancelling myself on this. But imagine your worse and you'd likely be in the ballpark.
"TRUMP: And why’s that? Huh? Not because of me. It’s you they don’t like."
So my periodontist is telling me a story: His friend was dining out and at a nearby table was Donnie, Melania and Vanky. Their entire dinner conversion was Donnie boasting about himself.
Whether it's richer than they are or smarter than they are, adolescent boys seem to particularly love 'faggot' to hurl at anyone with an advantage they'll never have. I think it's part of an whole ideology that makes poor, stupid, and struggling—each or all—fundamentally more masculine, because that's the only consolation boys of all ages suffering thereby are going to get. (See: Dick Gregory's routine on how he was consoled as a youth by the received knowledge that 'all white guys had itty-bitty pee-wees', and how bereft he felt when enough life experience nixed that.).
I'm sure D.J.T. heard it a lot; as usual, that's no consolation to _me_ at all—I'm just permanently angry that that bean-ball at military school didn't leave him incapable of hurting anyone, ever.
"Why can’t they all be like you, Julio?"
Now there's a Billy Wilder class closing line if I ever heard one.
I love how cinematic this is - you can almost smell
the mold growing behind drapes.
TRUMP: You look like a pimp.
Then what's Ivanka, huh?
the warm coke was my personal spit take. so to speak. in these dark days, albeit brightening incrementally, the continuance of these trump vignettes is a great solace.
This is much a gangster movie that I was ready to flinch when guns went off. Nope, just enough menace for me to almost feel bad for *Jared*.
"I’m still a journalist at heart"
This earned a huge belly laugh from anyone who ever worked with him at the New York Observer.