I love that the Trump-lovers have elevated roasting the President to treason.
Like... I would trust McRaven or Mattis with my life and the lives of my loved ones.
I wouldn't trust Trump with a moldy ham sandwich; First he'd eat it, then he'd deny having eaten it, then he'd say that it was a horrible sandwich and why would anyone eat it in the first place because it was obviously moldy and he'd never eat a moldy sandwich, then say that it was my fault for leaving it there without expressly telling him not to eat it, proclaim next that I was happy that he'd eaten it, agree to buy me a new sandwich (and never do so), and then he'd finally settle on it being part of a conspiracy to oust him from the White House - and besides, Obama/Biden/Clinton/Warren would have eaten that moldy sandwich, too. At least until it comes up again, when he'd make up some other shit about it.
But, hey, at least there hasn't been a dull moment since he was elected.
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