I’m lying, of course. Why would I write a book about Trump, when there are sufficient enough take-downs already? Yet: No matter how many Trump books Michael Wolff writes — or John Bolton, or Bill Barr (Is it really a headline when Barr — woefully after the fact — calls the other guy’s lies about the November election “bullshit”) — we already knew as much as we needed to know just from Trump’s own statements and policies and his inability to hire a makeup artist who knows how to blend. And for former members of the Trump administration out peddling nonsense? Little late, cowards. I’m with THIS guy:
Sometimes, I imagine myself alone in an elevator with the former president. I have 10 minutes and I use that time to say whatever I want, like in a face-to-face Tweetstorm.
What would you say? Black Lives Matter? Despite your best efforts, the republic stands? In a year or two, we’re all going to start misspelling your name? What? Feel free to be as eloquent/enraged as you want in the comments.
Donnie, did your daddy hate himself more than he hated you?
Do you hate yourself more than you hated your daddy?
At what point did you and dad bond on the self-loathing thing and decide that everything was everybody else’s fault unless you wanted to take credit for it?
I had an Uncle with bone spurs. It must have been awful.
Why didn’t your mommy love you?
Were you glad when your brother Fred died because you could stop faking you cared about him, like your dad?
Did you think about your wife and infant son when you were f*****g Stormy Daniels?
Exactly how small is your penis and how long has it been since you’ve seen it without a mirror?
I could go on but you get the drift. It’s good to practice though. Just in case.
Donnie, did your daddy hate himself more than he hated you?
Do you hate yourself more than you hated your daddy?
At what point did you and dad bond on the self-loathing thing and decide that everything was everybody else’s fault unless you wanted to take credit for it?
I had an Uncle with bone spurs. It must have been awful.
Why didn’t your mommy love you?
Were you glad when your brother Fred died because you could stop faking you cared about him, like your dad?
Did you think about your wife and infant son when you were f*****g Stormy Daniels?
Exactly how small is your penis and how long has it been since you’ve seen it without a mirror?
I could go on but you get the drift. It’s good to practice though. Just in case.