If you think your gut tells you something, it’s because your head is that far up your ass.
Given that he never listens to the thoughts of anyone else’s brain, this is clearly true.
I was going to suggest intestinal parasites. But I see you got there first.
We have a whiny, petulant child as President.
Sad!
Trumpp’s guts tell my brain that he eats too many goddamned cheeseburgers. My brain hates trumpp’s guts.
Like when you’re hungry? And, speaking of guts, looking pretty good!
My only question is does he really believe this egotistical and delusional bullshit he says? And I think the obvious answer is sadly yes, which makes it even sadder.
So, his gut kept telling him all those years, “Go bankrupt. Go bankrupt, Don”?
That’s odd …
No doubt about it.
People like him have to believe such things or else they deflate.
Spewing like a volcano on all topics, all the time. Two weeks from now ask him what his guts tell him and he probably won’t remember having said it. Looniesville.
: at five foot three, he thought, Yellen was just too short to run the central bank.
Well, at 6’ or maybe 6’1’’ and over 240lbs, I think you are too obese to be President.
There you go folks. The Veep hears the voice of god talking in his head, while the dotard listens to a dyspeptic hamburger.
I think you’re on to something, you fucking demented bastard. Like for instance, if your brain tells you the Fed chair is a role that’s like a carnival ride and you need to be a certain height to get on, you should definitely talk to some other body parts and get a second opinion.
Jeez, the comedy just writes itself!
Makes me feel well looked after by our top gov’t officials.
No, because we know what other body part also overrides his brain.
Nah mang, tellin’ ya, the only thing he has an appetite for these days is cheeseburgers. Obesity and zero exercise are not great enhancers of virility.
Well, his gut is bigger than anyone else’s brain so there is that. I’m willing to believe that Trump has more brains in his gut than in the entire rest of his body.
And then there’s the old adage:
A’s hire A’s. B’s hire C’s (and D’s).
And Trump? We’ve seen what Trump hires: sycophantic lackeys.
I don’t have to be the smartest guy in the room, in fact, I don’t want to be the smartest guy in the room. I want everyone around me to be as good (or better) at what they do than I am at what I do.