Friday, February 22, 2019

Trouble in Trumpland

In case you hadn't noticed (though how could you not?), the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington DC is a piece of shi work who besmirches (I love that word) everything he touches with his tiny, little, orange hands. 

The Fake President calls every news outlet with whom he disagrees "fake news," which is a less than complimentary characterization but it pales next to being labeled an enemy which he has done via his favorite soapbox, Twitter, the one where he gets to jabber away as incoherently as the day is long knowing no one (to include those who run the platform) will ever hold him accountable for crap like this: 


Yesterday morning his hometown newspaper who knew a talentless, self-aggrandizing, narcissistic  pantload when they saw one (sometime around the point where he was cheating on his first wife with the woman who was to become his second wife until he started cheating on her as well) chose to use its front page to stand shoulder to shoulder with his current target.


#TimesUpTrump
-bill kenny       

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