He has the vocabulary, the cognitive capacities, and the emotional intelligence of a deeply damaged 7-year-old.
“I will say this about Rand Paul,” Trump told reporters at his private club, Mar-a-Lago, with Japanese Prime Minister Shinzō Abe sitting across from him. “He’s never let me down. Rand Paul is a very special guy, as far as I’m concerned. He’s never let me down, and I don’t think he’ll let us down again. So let’s see what happens.”
This is how a mob boss talks.
President Trump
He’s never let me down, and I don’t think he’ll let us down again.
That makes sense.
If stranded on a desolate desert island Trump would be the first person his shipmates ate. His only worth is the calories he’d provide to stave off starvation. There certainly wouldn’t be any damned ideas coming out of his head helping all to survive.
Or a refrigerator salesman at Sears.
It’s linguistically brilliant, to be honest. Impeccable. A thing that has never happened of course cannot happen again. Maybe he’s getting better? Reversible dementia? Is that a thing?
A) Paul voted against both Coats (DNI) and Pomeo (DCI)
B) Trump would be better off peeling off a ‘Trump state’ Democrat, but you do you, Donnie, you do you.
Hey, my son was a refrigarator salesman for Sears during summers in college.
Now he litigates patent disputes FOR Chinese firms trying to encroach on U.S. intellectual property.
It’s like printing money he says.
Okay. This “Let’s see what happens” bit is getting old. It lately has become a part of every single answer on every single issue about which he is queried. It keeps him from having to give any indication that he thinks about or plans on things, and the press give him a pass on this.
He’s never let me down, and I don’t think he’ll let us down again.
Do I sense another Rick Astley apparition?
He’s still living in a celebreality cliffhanger world. “Let’s see what happens” is his “I’m not here to make friends,” a phrase I’m surprised I haven’t heard from him yet.
New drugs are coming on the market all the time
Of course not. Rand kowtows to wealth. The fact that he doesn’t actually spend every moment tongue-polishing the orange anus is actually fairly surprising.
And I’m sure Rand will vote with him. After all, Men’s Shitty Hair Clubbers have to stick together.
I think that this would, somehow, be true even if Chiselin’ Trump were stranded alone.
New drugs. Never really thought about that. Huh. Maybe some day Trump will walk up to a podium, put on reading glasses, shuffle his papers, and start being a good President. That would be very strange indeed. It would be good for the nation but I’d be calling a mental health hotline because it would be so strange. I’m gonna have to think about whether I want it to happen or not. 
I must have been reading too fast, because I initially read that as, “or a refrigerator at Sears.” When Trump loses his current job, he’ll be about the right size to take a position as a refrigerator at Sears.
Well, I can think of worse reasons to bond.
Give me your dirty love, Poodle Head
Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew
I’ll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I’ll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
With apologies to Frank Zappa and his family
No wonder they’re closing stores left and right.