Poured myself approximately 20 ounces of beer and turning on Commander Babyfingers’ Fiesta of Loco.
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Inexplicably says we have had a “spice of virus”.
Is that a Goya thing? What is a “spice of virus”?
He is as animate as a cactus and appears to be in a hurry.
Someone made him read remarks rather than just do his usual deranged brain vomit.
And he’s off script.
Affix thy helmets.
A: We have massive numbers and the numbers are coming down.
Wut? We’re testing less?
Hard to believe this dunce didn’t take his own SATs.
A: (rambles. paraphrasing) They’re going to judge me on the tax cutting and the record job growth and stuff.
Fun-fact: no president in United States history has presided over larger job losses than this ass.
Drink. I know I am.
This ludicrous popinjay is now giving himself credit for banning travel from China (he didn’t) which stopped the virus (it didn’t) which kept us from a runaway pandemic (it didn’t).
Trump - inexplicably - says “I wish her well.”
Serial pedophile and child molester.
President of the United States offers only that he “wishes her well”.
I hate this fuckopotamus.
Because, uh, it isn’t.
The American workforce is 160 million people. 50 million have filed for unemployment.
Trump dissembles into a mush-mouthed nothingness.
“Think about patriotism. It helps. It helps.”
The man is less coherent than just shaking up a bag of Scrabble tiles.
As if hospitals somehow don’t fill up if there is a lot of land in their vicinity.
He apparently thinks hospitals are scaled based on land mass not population.
That was quick. And pointless.
There was no new tone.
There was the same toddler tyrant mushmouthing through words written by someone else that he neither understands nor believes.
He’s a glorified mannequin.
Thankfully, I still have another 12 ounces of beer in the fridge to wash this nonsense from my short-term memory.