I’m nostalgic and have movies that never made it to DVD, not stupid.
And now I want to see what a Rotary based iPhone would look like…
It’s a pretty accurate summary of them though.
“What’s 34 felonies (so far) and rape? There’s literally nothing he could do to lose my vote, even treason is OK!”
Eerily on target.
I doubt that these people want to be in high school again, or any school at all.
There ought to be a contest for this very activity.
With BIG prizes!
When you’re such a stereotype, Skynet can reduce you to 4 sentences in about 2 seconds.
Not showing how awful he is at all.
It’s obvious a part of him is still living in his good ole days the 1980s. The time when he was an ascending “star” and the worst thing you could be was a Soviet “commie” in the height of the Cold War.
We see this nostalgia yearning even in his supporters non political Facebook posts. “We drank out of the hose, and went home when the street lights came on.”
I mean sure, there were some things that were more simple back then but we’re never going back to the time the manager of the drive in movie theater gave you a job on the spot.
“I don’t need facts, I have feelings.”
“Fuck your feelings”.
-The same person
No. It’s actually the opposite. Liberals are the ones that obnoxiously denies every fact placed in front of their faces, no matter if it’s about Trump, Republicans, Earth, Democrats, humans, food, or whatever. Liberals are the ones that if it’s true, they deny it.
Pretty tame, but not wholey inaccurate.
Some more from Chat GPT:
Donald Trump is like that loud uncle at Thanksgiving who insists on sitting at the head of the table, even though everyone knows his cooking is terrible and his stories are made up. He’s the guy who brags about winning the high school football championship—50 years later—conveniently forgetting he was just the water boy. With a vocabulary that consists mostly of “tremendous,” “huge,” and “believe me,” he’s like a human thesaurus stuck on repeat. It’s like he learned five words in kindergarten and decided that was more than enough.
His hair—oh, that hair—looks like it was spun from cotton candy and nightmares. It’s the kind of hairstyle you’d expect to see on the “before” picture in a barbershop. And the tan? He looks like he fell asleep in a bag of Cheetos and decided to roll with it. It’s almost as if he’s trying to cosplay as an Oompa Loompa but missed the memo on green hair.
Then there’s his Twitter addiction. Trump tweeting is like a toddler discovering finger paint: it’s messy, impulsive, and almost always regrettable. He tweets like he’s trying to win an argument with his microwave—furiously, nonsensically, and with the punctuation of someone who’s just discovered the exclamation mark. His tweets are like fortune cookies, if the fortune cookies were filled with broken promises and incoherent ramblings.
Trump talks about himself like he’s a superhero—“no one’s ever seen anything like this,” he says, as if he’s the first person to ever have a bad idea. He brags about his business acumen, conveniently skipping over the bankruptcies, failed casinos, and the university that was more of a scam than a school. He’s like the kid who cheats on a test and then brags about getting an A, even though everyone knows he’s not fooling anyone.
His grasp on reality is as slippery as his handshake, which, by the way, is like shaking hands with a fish that’s trying to assert dominance. He’s the kind of guy who’d argue that the sky is green just to see if he could get away with it. Facts and logic are like kryptonite to Trump—he avoids them at all costs, preferring to dwell in a world of “alternative facts,” which is just a fancy way of saying “lies.”
Trump’s understanding of politics is about as deep as a kiddie pool, and he dives in headfirst every time. His solution to every problem is to build a wall, whether it’s on the border or between him and reality. He governs with the subtlety of a wrecking ball, swinging wildly and hoping something sticks.
He’s the only man who can make even the most mundane of issues sound like a conspiracy against him. He’s like a living, breathing tabloid headline, constantly generating drama, scandal, and outrage for no apparent reason. He’s the man who could turn a lemonade stand into a federal investigation and then blame the lemons for being sour.
In the end, Donald Trump is the personification of “all hat and no cattle”—all bluster, no substance. He’s the loudest voice in the room, but when the dust settles, it’s clear that there’s nothing behind the bravado but hot air and ego.
What a load of sullshit
No. Make America great again is about bringing back slavery.
“Misspelled campaign merch” is a great tag on this bit
19 comments
I miss my rotary phone and still use my VCR.
I’m nostalgic and have movies that never made it to DVD, not stupid.
And now I want to see what a Rotary based iPhone would look like…
It’s a pretty accurate summary of them though.
“What’s 34 felonies (so far) and rape? There’s literally nothing he could do to lose my vote, even treason is OK!”
Eerily on target.
I doubt that these people want to be in high school again, or any school at all.
There ought to be a contest for this very activity.
With BIG prizes!
When you’re such a stereotype, Skynet can reduce you to 4 sentences in about 2 seconds.
Not showing how awful he is at all.
It’s obvious a part of him is still living in his good ole days the 1980s. The time when he was an ascending “star” and the worst thing you could be was a Soviet “commie” in the height of the Cold War.
We see this nostalgia yearning even in his supporters non political Facebook posts. “We drank out of the hose, and went home when the street lights came on.”
I mean sure, there were some things that were more simple back then but we’re never going back to the time the manager of the drive in movie theater gave you a job on the spot.
“I don’t need facts, I have feelings.”
“Fuck your feelings”.
-The same person
No. It’s actually the opposite. Liberals are the ones that obnoxiously denies every fact placed in front of their faces, no matter if it’s about Trump, Republicans, Earth, Democrats, humans, food, or whatever. Liberals are the ones that if it’s true, they deny it.
Pretty tame, but not wholey inaccurate.
Some more from Chat GPT:
Donald Trump is like that loud uncle at Thanksgiving who insists on sitting at the head of the table, even though everyone knows his cooking is terrible and his stories are made up. He’s the guy who brags about winning the high school football championship—50 years later—conveniently forgetting he was just the water boy. With a vocabulary that consists mostly of “tremendous,” “huge,” and “believe me,” he’s like a human thesaurus stuck on repeat. It’s like he learned five words in kindergarten and decided that was more than enough.
His hair—oh, that hair—looks like it was spun from cotton candy and nightmares. It’s the kind of hairstyle you’d expect to see on the “before” picture in a barbershop. And the tan? He looks like he fell asleep in a bag of Cheetos and decided to roll with it. It’s almost as if he’s trying to cosplay as an Oompa Loompa but missed the memo on green hair.
Then there’s his Twitter addiction. Trump tweeting is like a toddler discovering finger paint: it’s messy, impulsive, and almost always regrettable. He tweets like he’s trying to win an argument with his microwave—furiously, nonsensically, and with the punctuation of someone who’s just discovered the exclamation mark. His tweets are like fortune cookies, if the fortune cookies were filled with broken promises and incoherent ramblings.
Trump talks about himself like he’s a superhero—“no one’s ever seen anything like this,” he says, as if he’s the first person to ever have a bad idea. He brags about his business acumen, conveniently skipping over the bankruptcies, failed casinos, and the university that was more of a scam than a school. He’s like the kid who cheats on a test and then brags about getting an A, even though everyone knows he’s not fooling anyone.
His grasp on reality is as slippery as his handshake, which, by the way, is like shaking hands with a fish that’s trying to assert dominance. He’s the kind of guy who’d argue that the sky is green just to see if he could get away with it. Facts and logic are like kryptonite to Trump—he avoids them at all costs, preferring to dwell in a world of “alternative facts,” which is just a fancy way of saying “lies.”
Trump’s understanding of politics is about as deep as a kiddie pool, and he dives in headfirst every time. His solution to every problem is to build a wall, whether it’s on the border or between him and reality. He governs with the subtlety of a wrecking ball, swinging wildly and hoping something sticks.
He’s the only man who can make even the most mundane of issues sound like a conspiracy against him. He’s like a living, breathing tabloid headline, constantly generating drama, scandal, and outrage for no apparent reason. He’s the man who could turn a lemonade stand into a federal investigation and then blame the lemons for being sour.
In the end, Donald Trump is the personification of “all hat and no cattle”—all bluster, no substance. He’s the loudest voice in the room, but when the dust settles, it’s clear that there’s nothing behind the bravado but hot air and ego.
What a load of sullshit
No. Make America great again is about bringing back slavery.
“Misspelled campaign merch” is a great tag on this bit