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a flimsy character...perfidious and despised
I'm hoping his followers will commit mass suicide so they can join him on the mothership to heaven.
It looks as if Kristy Noem had her face re-engineered for sucking, but I'm not entirely sure Kool-Aid was the object.They're already sucking up the Kool-aid by the gallon.
Perhaps some of the leading lights of MAGA could be persuaded to get a head-start on this, starting now, to prepare the way for His Orangeness to ascend the heavenly starship throne.I'm hoping his followers will commit mass suicide so they can join him on the mothership to heaven.
Why am I humming Murder on the dancefloor?I just hope they bury him somewhere level with plenty of room for the dancefloor.
What assets? It's all debt and a bunch of crappy gold signs with his name on them.I am curious about what will happen with is assets. That might be a reflection of the MAGA world in a microcosm.
Ridiculous! It'll be all gold!
I expect any mausoleum for Trump will be sprayed with a huge variety of fluids besides just paint.
eta: Not to mention semi-solids.
eta2: Did you know that if you eat a lot of Froot Loops your poo can turn a very bright green? It's something about the food coloring used. Just an FYI.
It could be a public restroom. His honor demands something fitting of his character.
What assets? It's all debt and a bunch of crappy gold signs with his name on them.
His loyal and loving family will be put in charge of maintenance.A really filty squat toilet then.
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His loyal and loving family will be put in charge of maintenance.
No, it needs to be clean for all the people who want to urinate or take a dump on him from aboveA really filty squat toilet then.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Trumpymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Here there lies a toppled god
His fall was not a small one
We did but build his pedestal
A narrow and a tall one