Okay, this should be amusing.
Crowd breaks into “Build that Wall” chant
They seem blissfully unaware they’ve been chanting the same dumb thing for 3 years, yet no wall.
Fun fact: that’s longer than it took to build the Empire State Building
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The man craps on a golden toilet.
He hasn’t washed his own underwear once in his life.
How do people listen to this pumpkin-faced garbage can?
The crowd seems quite convinced.
They aren’t bright.
Attendance at a Trump rally should be adequate reason for deportation to the sun.
I would never wish a searing, debilitating stroke on someone but in this a**hole’s case, I’m not opposed.
Let’s mull that one.
The man thinks coming in second is winning.
Hey, prepare to ‘win’ like that in 2020, dummy.
It looks like acrylic corn silk soaked in bacon grease.
Meanwhile, his facial complexion looks much like a piglet’s would if it wore googles while soaking in carrot juice.
Note: Tony Schwartz wrote Art of the Deal. The brainless Trump couldn’t even negotiate control of the royalties of his own bio.
The studio audience for *any* show on Nickelodeon is vastly smarter than this arena full of shallow brainpans.
This is like asking a 5th grader to explain how they think economics works.
No, that’s not fair. A 5th grader would use bigger words.
Trump makes his buffoonish close about making America great again and then, as he always does, lumbers off like a barely reanimated corpse who smells biscuits.
I gotta say, at this point, it’s just performance.
The audience doesn’t care that he’s an idiot saying idiotic things.
They don’t care that it is idiotic to cheer and chant for an idiot saying idiotic things like even bigger idiots.
They love the liar and his lies
At this point, Trump supporters are willingly throwing both arms around a simpleton’s slop-bucket of addled mutterings.
There is no one here to convert.
As an electorate, they can and should be left on their ice floe and pushed out to sea.
Any Dem candidate trying to court these people has never watched one of these rallies.
They’re deranged circuses led by a clown.
I’m still concussed from the one in West Virginia where he told an audience of Boy Scouts about all the hot women he partied with on a yacht.
I need to go hit my hand with a hammer just to feel normal again.
I hope that’s enough.