Fun Fact For The Day – Fat Pigs For Trump

Hoist On His Own Patootie

October 22, 2024

For years now we have been hearing all manner of politicos, pundits and assorted morons assure us that the demented racist and dictator-wanna-be Trump would pivot away from the insane bullshit they said was just him joking getting attention.

Well, with the 2024 election just two agonizing  weeks away, the long-imagined (for absolutely no good reason) pivot seems to have finally happened. Last week in Michigan Trump took a break from insulting the entire city of Detroit (while speaking in Detroit) and American auto workers (saying their jobs could be done by children, which is something that very well might come true when Project 2025 eliminates all child labor laws), offered up this tender, empathetic plea to his fervent supporters as Election Day hurtles toward us like a Category 10 hurricane with unmeasurable wind speeds, bursting at the seams with very wet water

“Make sure you vote and bring all our friends that want to vote for us. Tell him, Jill, get your fat husband off the couch, get that, get that fat pig off the couch. Tell him to go and vote for Trump. He's going to save our country. Get that guy the hell off. Get him up. You slap him around. Get him up. Get him up. We want him off the couch to get out and vote.”

I guess that's what passes for charisma in MAGAworld. 

Who knew that the amazing pivot Trump would make would be even dumber, sicker, uglier and more insulting than ever? My guess is, almost everyone. The only surprise at this point is that Trump has managed to muster up the self-control to avoid dropping the N-word.

Who knew that Trump would pivot all the way to full-throated fascism, complete with the words, thoughts and  of Adolph Hitler hisself? You knew. I knew. A significant majority of Americans knew. And we are all currently scared shitless.

What A Dick

Dementia Don did however spend 10 minutes at one of his Pennsylvania Bund rallies croaking about the wonders of Arnold Palmer’s penis. If you are not already aware of this insanity, it really happened. I kid you fucking not. There is no rock bottom, no magma bottom for this tiny-brained wiper of other people’s bottoms. Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!

Was that not in fact as much fun as a tiny, little, Orwellian “Fun Size” Snickers?

This has been your Paying Attention™ Fun Fact For The Day.