Tommy Tuberville, giving dodos a bad rap.

You a funny guy!

"Corporations are peopke, my friend."

Buh-bye, bobblehead.

CEO and corporate-think types are supremely malleable, well-dressed bootlickers. Ask Hitler. Ask Trump.

And for ... Trump?

There's my sign!

Boaz will run like a scalded cat from that one.

I'm putting it down in part to arrested development.

Old boy also buys into "American Exceptionalism" and probably thinks "Manifest Destiny" was/is written on stone. He is incurious, poorly educated, and kinda dumb. But he's smarter than the rubes. Smarter than the rubes helps in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Not even in the same galaxy as the point you attempt to highlight through a ridiculous response.

Well, seems you're a whole lot safer and in less danger of getting gunned down being a top exec with a rapacious corp than heading off to kindergarten.

They're your "friends," Donnie, in the way sailors down by the docks are "friends" with a wildly painted old sex worker.

Plus he has a personal stake in the, uh, near-region: a $1.53 position in his father in law's company that does something in, oh, Kenya.

For some reason.

Bannon reminds me of a blubbery African crested porcupine turned completely inside out by a gang of rabid baboons.

Make that "President"* Trump.
Dankie,,
~ President Musk

* For ceremonial purposes only

Thicko move by the Netanyahooists.

The Telegraph reported that the jets were meant to be an "extension of the Oval Office" once the updates are complete.

So, basically, black fake silk sleeping masks decorated with gold sequin T's hand-sewn by a recently reeducated Uyghur preteen at one of Ivanka's Chinese concessions; jumbo-sized nap bed with a black velvet cover bearing a sprayed-on image of Donald Trump in full scowl mode painted by one of East LA's better known low rider street artists; a hot pink Louis XIV-style makeup vanity festooned with blinking lights in alternating colors (either red-white-blue or white-blue-red or blue-red-white) from the 1980 Mae West Estate Sale; and wall-to-wall ultra-horizontally convex, extra-large funhouse mirrors from the Carnival Depot. But wait, there's more!

Gadzooks!

Speaking of sunsetting ...
~ Donald J. Trump

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Apples and chicharones.

Donald Trump's role as a cheap carny who gained the presidency only to discover he's actually working for Elon Musk cries out for a red rubber nose to go with his orange hair-plugs.

Whatever else you do, steer clear of the Wilmuth farm at Grovers Mill, New Jersey.

Are you?