During a press conference on Tuesday, Jan. 7, the 78-year-old president-elect shared his plan for renaming the Gulf of Mexico. “We’re going to be changing the name of the Gulf of Mexico to the Gulf of America,” Trump told reporters.
I really hope he just dies. And not from a shooter. I don’t want his base to have him as a martyr. I want him to have a clogged artery, or a heart attack, and just his body gives out. With his lifestyle, and his eating habits, it wouldn’t be too hard to imagine. I mean, he LOVES McDonalds! He can’t even eat it when it’s hot out of the restaurant. He has to send someone to go get it. Which means he’s eating these fries cold, and the sandwiches are luke warm at BEST.
Which really goes to help explain how/why he served that basketball team plates and plates of hours cold McDonalds. THAT’S WHAT HE’S USED TO!!! THAT’S WHAT HE THINKS IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE!!!
Meanwhile, I’m 20-30 years younger, was raised on fast food, and now I can’t even eat beef because it gave me cancer. I’m doing my best to try to avoid the foods I’m NOT supposed to have, but that’s what I was raised on. That’s what I love. I’m also a former alcoholic who gave up drinking. Cold turkey. Imagine one day having to upend your entire palate, and eat only foods you don’t like. But I’m doing it. I know it’s what my body needs.
Meanwhile this guy is out here literally greasy with junk food, probably 100lbs heavier than I am, 20-30 years older than I am, and he’s just hoppin around just fine! While I had to spend almost a year of my life hooked up to radioactive bags to pump cancer drugs into me for days at a time, making me so weak at the time that some days I couldn’t even get out of bed.
AND THE GOVERNMENT SAID CANCER IS NOT A DISABILITY!!!
I hate this fat fuck for so many reasons. Many of which are probably shared by the vast majority of you here. But on a personal level I hate him for being the living embodiment of how NOT to take care of yourself, and he’s facing no consequences for it. I want the consequences. I want him to have to stop his lifestyle. If I can’t even cook my own 90% lean cheeseburgers, I damn sure want him to suffer not being able to eat fast food anymore.
Because everyday he doesn’t, it’s like saying to me “YOU can’t have the foods you love, because it’ll make your body sick. However, THIS GUY, who’s an irredeemable piece of shit can go ahead and do much much worse with zero consequences, because fuck you.”
So yeah. I want him to stuff his piggy little face, and just fall to the floor clutching his chest. I don’t want a shooter. I don’t want some agent of another government bombing him. I want his death to be his OWN doing. I want him for once in his god damn life to have to answer to consequences of his own actions. I’ve had to do it for years now. I don’t even recognize myself anymore based on my own habits now. Eating honey nut cherrios in the morning? What the fuck? What happened to a bacon double cheeseburger and a bottle of whiskey?
Oh, right. The consequences of my own actions treating my body like shit.
So…where’s his??? He’s been treating his body like shit for twice as long as I have. Where’s his consequence moment???
I really hope he just dies. And not from a shooter. I don’t want his base to have him as a martyr. I want him to have a clogged artery, or a heart attack, and just his body gives out.
Have you had the displeasure of knowing QAnon cultists? There’s very little doubt in my mind that they would do anything but delude themselves into thinking that Ding-dong Donald is still alive. I even have the start of a bingo list prepared for what they might claim actually happened:
Liberal media and the next Democrat candidate are lying and trying to manipulate voters for the next election.
Vance is attempting a coup by lying about The President’s health.
Trump faked his death because (insert scapegoat demographic) were onto him for trying to bust their (insert scapegoat topic).
Trump is actually in a presidential safehouse for his protection because “the elites” want him dead for thwarting their plans to ruin America with DEI and the Woke Mind Virus™.
At Trump’s request, the FBI released a fake obituary and made Vance the face so Trump could spend more time fixing America and less time on press conferences.
He’s NOT too Old to be President!
I really hope he just dies. And not from a shooter. I don’t want his base to have him as a martyr. I want him to have a clogged artery, or a heart attack, and just his body gives out. With his lifestyle, and his eating habits, it wouldn’t be too hard to imagine. I mean, he LOVES McDonalds! He can’t even eat it when it’s hot out of the restaurant. He has to send someone to go get it. Which means he’s eating these fries cold, and the sandwiches are luke warm at BEST.
Which really goes to help explain how/why he served that basketball team plates and plates of hours cold McDonalds. THAT’S WHAT HE’S USED TO!!! THAT’S WHAT HE THINKS IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE!!!
Meanwhile, I’m 20-30 years younger, was raised on fast food, and now I can’t even eat beef because it gave me cancer. I’m doing my best to try to avoid the foods I’m NOT supposed to have, but that’s what I was raised on. That’s what I love. I’m also a former alcoholic who gave up drinking. Cold turkey. Imagine one day having to upend your entire palate, and eat only foods you don’t like. But I’m doing it. I know it’s what my body needs.
Meanwhile this guy is out here literally greasy with junk food, probably 100lbs heavier than I am, 20-30 years older than I am, and he’s just hoppin around just fine! While I had to spend almost a year of my life hooked up to radioactive bags to pump cancer drugs into me for days at a time, making me so weak at the time that some days I couldn’t even get out of bed.
AND THE GOVERNMENT SAID CANCER IS NOT A DISABILITY!!!
I hate this fat fuck for so many reasons. Many of which are probably shared by the vast majority of you here. But on a personal level I hate him for being the living embodiment of how NOT to take care of yourself, and he’s facing no consequences for it. I want the consequences. I want him to have to stop his lifestyle. If I can’t even cook my own 90% lean cheeseburgers, I damn sure want him to suffer not being able to eat fast food anymore.
Because everyday he doesn’t, it’s like saying to me “YOU can’t have the foods you love, because it’ll make your body sick. However, THIS GUY, who’s an irredeemable piece of shit can go ahead and do much much worse with zero consequences, because fuck you.”
So yeah. I want him to stuff his piggy little face, and just fall to the floor clutching his chest. I don’t want a shooter. I don’t want some agent of another government bombing him. I want his death to be his OWN doing. I want him for once in his god damn life to have to answer to consequences of his own actions. I’ve had to do it for years now. I don’t even recognize myself anymore based on my own habits now. Eating honey nut cherrios in the morning? What the fuck? What happened to a bacon double cheeseburger and a bottle of whiskey?
Oh, right. The consequences of my own actions treating my body like shit.
So…where’s his??? He’s been treating his body like shit for twice as long as I have. Where’s his consequence moment???
Its my dream that he loudly shits himself within earshot of a really good microphone when he keels over.
Have you had the displeasure of knowing QAnon cultists? There’s very little doubt in my mind that they would do anything but delude themselves into thinking that Ding-dong Donald is still alive. I even have the start of a bingo list prepared for what they might claim actually happened:
I feel like you’re right that they’d say these things, but it still makes me want to argue.
I guess I don’t want to argue you per se. I want to argue earth…for existing. All of this exists, and I have to live here.