Nature abhors a vacuum, so there’s a new shit rag in town, the National INQUISITOR©.
Faithless readers of this blog will not recognize yet another unheard of magazine atop a post, the reviewing of which is one of our favorite distractions as we hunker down for the inevitable unraveling of TRUMP’merica©. “MAGOT” MAGAzine— an acronym for “Make America Get Over Trump”— (good luck with that, fellow optimists), is our latest, and tiny hands …
President and fulltime game show host, Donald J. TRump, was spotted while not tweeting on Sunday as he prepared to award some losers in striped shirts, The President’s Cup trophy— a nasty looking gold-plated spitoon-like thing, nearly big enough to fit on TRump’s head.
You may own guns and you may even own tanks; but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
Murderous rat and fictional television President,
Francis Underwood, exists in a world of make-believe, fake news, and lies. Or does he.
Donald Trump is dangerously mentally ill and temperamentally incapable of being president. He has “malignant narcissism”— which is incurable.