How insecure do you have to be to get jealous of a dog’s news clippings? Well, exactly this insecure (second tweet):
“Remember the dog, great dog Conan? When we took out … Right? We love Conan. Conan’s a tough dog. But when we took out al-Baghdadi, Conan — remember this? — Conan got more publicity than President Trump. That’s okay. They were looking for al-Baghdadi for 16 years. We found him and we took him out.”
For those of you who don’t speak fluent Trump, “that’s okay” precisely translates to …
And I have no doubt Conan the Dog had a fuckuvalot more to do with finding and eliminating Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi than Donald Trump did. At the very least he didn’t get out of the raid by faking bone spurs, or whatever the canine equivalent of being a mewling silver-spoon coward is.
Also, as anyone who’s ever met (or seen) the guy knows, any mission planning session will go far more smoothly without Trump at the table. I imagine sitting in the Situation Room with Trump is a little like sharing a womb with a third-trimester dingo fetus. Uncomfortable at a minimum, and disturbing and dangerous if the dingo happens to get angry.
So, yeah. This is your president. He can’t let anyone else get the credit for anything — not even a cute, brave, loyal dog.
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.
In contrast to Donald Trump’s shambolic bearing, appearance, and comportment, Aldous J. Pennyfarthing is a natty hail-fellow-well-met and a gentleman.