As
Ye Sow, Ye Shall Reap YUUUUGE!
Before you don your white knight panties
or haul out the feminist soap boxes to tell me that
Ivanka Trump
had
nothing to
do with Donald Trump's sordid sexual revelations, she
most certainly did.
By that I mean, my dad was a wife-beating alcoholic.
I knew that. If he'd chosen to run for president I'd
have
said "Dad,
no fucking way. Stick to selling those used cars." Instead,
Ivanka said "Hey, Dad. As you're on stage, before millions
of people, being nominated for president why not feel
me up?
It'll be
good
theatre."
Ivanka and all her sibs knew what kind of total dick
her dad was and fully enabled his mad charge at the
presidency. Fuck 'em.
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Let me also say that almost all men
engage in some form of Trumpish locker room talk at
some point in their lives, but it's always with friends.
And it's never quite THAT loutish. Exactly how well
did Donald Trump know this Billy Bush guy before being
wired for sound? It sure seems a lot like "Hi, Billy,
nice to meetcha. Do you
like
foreign women with easy-opening quims, too?"
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Sorry for the picture-toon, kids.
It's becoming hard to lampoon Trump as every day brings
some absurd new
revelation. I sit in awe, pen at the ready, waiting
for the next astounding sound bite. It's like watching
a bus full of senior citizens rolling over and bursting
into flames in extreme slow motion. It's gruesome but
you can't take your eyes off it
Needless to say,
November 8th can't get here soon enough.
=Lefty=
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