And I thought Ivanka Trump’s faux camping trip with her kids in her posh living room was the most tone-deaf thing I’d see during the coronavirus crisis.
Yeah, great to know we plebes could help you out via Congress’ bailout bill. If I die, feel free to cut me up into chum so you can do some deep-sea fishing while you’re out there. I’m happy to help.
Needless to say, the peasantry was not amused:
— Bethany James Winn Ã°ÂÂÂ¹Ã°ÂÂÂ® (@bethanyjameswin) March 28, 2020
— Roman (@roughtradeX) March 28, 2020
— Paloma_#RemoveandConvictTrump (@palomapoetry) March 28, 2020
— robin (@rjmgraham) March 28, 2020
I know I’m not speaking just for myself when I say, feel free to stay out there, David — long after the pandemic is over.
Is Trump still chafing your arse-cheeks? Then Dear Fcking Lunatic: 101 Obscenely Rude Letters to Donald Trump and its boffo sequels Dear Prsident A**clown: 101 More Rude Letters to Donald Trump and Dear F*cking Moron: 101 More Letters to Donald Trump by Aldous J. Pennyfarthing are the pick-me-up you need! Reviewers have called these books “hysterically funny,” “cathartic,” and “laugh-out-loud” comic relief. And they’re way, way cheaper than therapy.