A photographer got a shot of Trump's racist notes on AOC, 'The Squad' from today's presser

Can’t this idiot remember his own racist dog whistles? Someone has to write them down for him?

Washington Post photographer Jabin Botsford apparently got a snap today of Trump’s crib notes, in which he attacks Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ilhan Omar, et al., for their alleged hatred of America — even though they’re clearly not the ones undermining and embarrassing our country on a daily basis.

Here are some of the highlights:

“This is the greatest country in the world.”

“In the case of Ohmar [sic], we saved her from a dangerous situation in Somalia.”

“She came here at 10 years old and is now a Congresswoman. That could ONLY happen in America.”

“It’s so SAD that these women have a record of saying anti-Semitic and anti-American things all the time.”

“It’s actually DANGEROUS because it seems like they hate America.”

“My point was if you are not happy here you can leave.”

And so on.

And, yeah, we got your point, Bone Spurious the Yellow. We’re just pointing out that it was a horribly racist point.

And fuck you, incidentally.

By the way, you squealed like a suckling pig for eight years when Barack Obama was president. Why didn’t you leave? What’s the difference, other than Ilhan Omar dreamed of making this country better and more inclusive, and you’ve been doing your damnedest to make it worse?

Gee, wouldn’t it be nice for every American to have an entire PR team to help them clean up their messes after their Adderall-besotted fever dreams somehow manifested in a series of bile-engorged tweets? I won’t even go on old girlfriends’ Facebook pages after smoking weed. Can’t someone take his phone away and keep it from him until he’s safely out of his bedroom? I don’t know, hide it in the vegetable crisper or something. Or on his bookshelf. Or underneath the President’s Daily Briefing. Or deep within the folds of his mighty, pendulous moobs.

It would be a lot easier to prevent these eruptions in the first place than to try to sop up all that noxious orange goo after the fact.

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