Donald Trump has buried his head in the sand — and that’s no small feat. Look at that cavernous cranium. He looks like a Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robot, FFS. Or something that escaped from Dr. Moreau’s giant head lab. Seriously, that thing looks like an orange Smart Car. It’s an egregious affront to normal-sized heads.
But that’s not important right now …
REPORTER: “Why haven’t you said anything about the U.S. hitting 200,000 deaths from COVID?”
TRUMP: “Go ahead. Anybody else?”
Yes, the Flailing Players’ reenactment of the U.S. coronavirus response. A perfect encapsulation.
Reminds me a bit of the Batley Townswomen’s Guild’s reenactment of the Battle of Pearl Harbor:
Of course, Donald Trump doesn’t want to talk about the 200,000 Americans — many of whom could have been saved through more aggressive federal action — who have died under his watch. And the only way he’d ever acknowledge their families is if they traveled down to Central America and started a caravan.
Unfortunately for the ocher arschloch, this is what Joe Biden (and most of the nation, for that matter) is currently laser-focused on. And this isn’t the last time he’ll get a “nasty” COVID question from a reporter.
The debates are coming. I can’t wait.
“This guy is a natural. Sometimes I laugh so hard I cry.” — Bette Midler on Aldous J. Pennyfarthing, via Twitter. Find out what made dear Bette break up. 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 now available for a song! Click those links, yo!
In contrast to Donald Trump’s shambolic bearing, appearance, and comportment, Aldous J. Pennyfarthing is a natty hail-fellow-well-met and a gentleman.