Trump will be dead soon

Mushbrain took the day off unexpectedly today.

Circlin' that drain, folks, circlin' that drain....
Oh really?#
He put an end to all Obamas lying EPA shit so that is forever gone! That in itself is huge but I will post all hes done.today. That was just a HUGE thing.
 
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Nope. He's doing fine. :nana:
He can no longer walk in a straight line
He can no longer stand at a podium
His audiences consist of young women ushering people into the Golden Oval Office where he is already seated. He does not rise at all, even after meetings are over.
He can no longer even swing a golf club.
He rambles incessantly and cannot maintain a coherent line of thought.
He signs his name Donald J. Trummmmmmmp.

But you say that "He's doing fine".
 
He can no longer walk straight
He can no longer stand at a podium
His audiences consist of young women ushering people into the Golden Oval Office where he is already seated. He does not rise at all, even after meetings are over.
He can no longer even swing a golf club.
He rambles incessantly and cannot maintain a coherent line of thought.

But you say that "He's doing fine".
When Trump eventually kicks the bucket (post-presidency), MAGA will die with him.
 
It took a clown to create the MAGA clown cult. Anyone trying to imitate the clown will look idiotic.

There is only one clown who could do it and it dies with him.
But the RW populist-nationalist movement existed before Trump placed himself at the head of it -- the Reform Party became the Tea Party became MAGA. Can it just fade away?
 
But the RW populist-nationalist movement existed before Trump placed himself at the head of it -- the Reform Party became the Tea Party became MAGA. Can it just fade away?
The earlier movements were much more serious than the clown cult became.

The Tea Party came about as everyone was bailing out banks who thought they could take excessive risks with no consequences. I agreed with some of what the Tea Party was arguing for.
 
He can no longer walk in a straight line
He can no longer stand at a podium
His audiences consist of young women ushering people into the Golden Oval Office where he is already seated. He does not rise at all, even after meetings are over.
He can no longer even swing a golf club.
He rambles incessantly and cannot maintain a coherent line of thought.
He signs his name Donald J. Trummmmmmmp.

But you say that "He's doing fine".
Rob lurks in the shadows of the thread like a caffeinated raccoon with a boner. One furious, vomitously long post later, every word dripping with loathing for Trump, he retreats in exhilarating expectation to the couch like it’s a lifeboat in a hurricane. There, he perches, heart hammering, trousers down, eyes wide, primed for the orgy of outrage he knows is about to flood in, the nuclear meltdowns, all perfectly calibrated to fuel his perverse little adrenaline-fueled climax. The thread explodes, he gasps, wildly ejaculating, while his concept of dignity quietly dies between the couch cushions.
 
Rob lurks in the shadows of the thread like a caffeinated raccoon with a boner. One furious, vomitously long post later, every word dripping with loathing for Trump, he retreats in exhilarating expectation to the couch like it’s a lifeboat in a hurricane. There, he perches, heart hammering, trousers down, eyes wide, primed for the orgy of outrage he knows is about to flood in, the nuclear meltdowns, all perfectly calibrated to fuel his perverse little adrenaline-fueled climax. The thread explodes, he gasps, wildly ejaculating, while his concept of dignity quietly dies between the couch cushions.
Never attempt poetic language. It's like watching Stephen Hawking trying to do gymnastics.
 
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