America’s Biggest Loser, the defeated Donald J. Trump, speaking live at the White House.
Turned it on to hear him lying about how he is somehow responsible for development of a vaccine not in any way aided by his administration.
Trump’s hair has already faded to a lifeless color reminiscent of Paul Manafort’s after his check-in to Club Fed.
His face, as always, looks like a pumpkin pie with two pieces of uncooked bologna for eyes.
Babyfingers now bragging about having procured a stockpile of Remdesivir - which recently showed no clinical benefit in a large scale study.
Sure, it’s an expensive placebo but, hey, we’ve got truckloads.
This fuckopotamus is truly a snake oil salesman.
Trump moving on to the usual recitation of how great the economy is doing - which is predicated on reciting only the statistics after the economy crashed.
Kind of like telling a story of a plane crashing in a canyon and some survivors climbing out but leaving out the plane part.
Trump wraps and hands it off.
He stayed largely on script; read off non-achievements, exaggerations and outright lies; and scrupulously avoided admitting he was recently stomped by the elephant in the room.
He looked like a beaten man fresh off a week of sulking unshowered.
The tone and lack of emotional life was no surprise. Trump has been beaten; knows it; and knows there is nothing left but attempting a face-saving flight from the scene of a humiliating defeat.
He’s done. Bet he’s off to Mar a Lago for an extended Thanksgiving in a week.
Okay, enough of this. It’s over. Both the presser and the presidency.
Your gonna miss these threads, aren’t ya?
I’m kidding. None of us will miss this jerkoff’s grammar-challenged public vomits.
On that note, hey, it’s the weekend!
Let’s adjourn for a beverage, shall we?
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The little boy who would wake up early, climb out of bed and pitter-patter across the hardwood to climb under the covers with me... he’s a teenager now.
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The 5 lb 13 ounce peanut who arrived five weeks early and almost didn’t survive his first night...
The tiny little one who I would sing to sleep on my shoulder...
A teenager.
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When kids are little, people say “Don’t worry, it gets better.”
I never needed it to get better.
I loved when he was just a tiny bundle swaddled and asleep in my lap as I stayed up all night watching movies as his mom slept.
I loved the 2s, 3s and 4s. I have loved it all.
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My understanding is that Trump basically “lent” money to his Scottish golf courses for “improvements” and then upped the claimed value of the courses to offset the debt without making any readily apparent significant improvements.
The best thing us deep-blue-staters can do to help the Georgia runoffs is give them all the money and none of the advice.
Stacey Abrams, et al, know what they’re doing.
To folks bringing up phone-banking, etc, awesome... just go through an org on the ground in GA (or one that is coordinating/being directed by an org in GA).
An uncoordinated hurricane of out-of-state messages would hurt rather than help.
They are taking it to mean Dems know they have no actual reason to hold a burning grudge or animus - WHILE THEY DO.
Stop. Fucking. Doing. That.
No, we absolutely don’t need to lead with hugs and olive branches.
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Republicans stole the Supreme Court; looted the Treasury; corrupted the entirety of our federal government; and tried their very best to steal another four years.
We should be holding truth and reconciliation hearings.
Do not offer unity on our behalf. It is not yours to offer.