A Trump — a Trump — is making fun of someone else’s speaking prowess.
A couple of days ago at a Women for Trump event — which undoubtedly doubles as a Stockholm syndrome support group — Lara Trump, who’s married to one of the twerpy idiots, I forget which, appeared to mock Joe Biden’s stutter:
LARA TRUMP: “I’m supposed to want him to fail at every turn, but every time he comes on stage or they turn to him, I’m like, ‘Joe, can you get it out? Let’s get the words out, Joe.’ You kinda feel bad for him. The problem is that’s their front-runner, guys, okay? They know that the people that they’re offering up on the Democrat side have zero chance of beating Donald Trump, right?”
Okay, Donald Trump sounds like a wounded hyena trapped inside a beluga whale’s vagina. And he has the attention span of a fruit fly. If he’s not reading off a teleprompter — hell, even if he is reading off a teleprompter — he makes about as much sense as a car full of meth addicts arguing over an egg salad sandwich.
Joe Biden may stumble and hesitate every once in a while, but at least he’s capable of linear thought.
Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with these people. Now even Trump’s in-laws can’t stop projecting?
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