Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this magnificent response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility,
no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no
sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace -
all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama
was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations
into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never
once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not once,
ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once,
not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British
sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what
a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate
insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never
laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he
actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of
petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth.
It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our
heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver
Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of
that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British:
a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of
basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards - which
a gentleman should, would, could never do - and every blow he aims is
below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or
voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of
Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then
think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some
confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few
flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British
people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard
to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak
a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns
being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a
Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have
flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and
plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty,
or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely
from human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls
of hair and scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
Rudy Canoza wrote:
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this
magnificent response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility,
no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no
sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace -
all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama
was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations
into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never
once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not once,
ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once,
not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British
sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what
a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate
insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never
laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he
actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of
petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth.
It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our
heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver
Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of
that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British:
a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly
transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of
basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards - which
a gentleman should, would, could never do - and every blow he aims is
below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or
voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of
Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then
think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some
confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few
flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British
people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard
to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak
a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns
being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a
Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have
flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and
plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty,
or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely
from human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls
of hair and scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
I wanna suck black ass.
On 2/3/2025 8:41 PM, Ted wrote:
Rudy Canoza wrote:
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote
this magnificent response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally
esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no
subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no
honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, with which
his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s
limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has
never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not
once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not
once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the
British sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand
what a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an
illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he
never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm
of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or
depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All
our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington,
Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact
opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the
British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies;
then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of
basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards -
which a gentleman should, would, could never do - and every blow
he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the
vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of
Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then
think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few
flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British
people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody
hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him
speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He
turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of
pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even
his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and
plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so
nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled
entirely from human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big
clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
I wanna suck black ass.
Well, that just stands to reason.
Bud Frawley wrote:
On 2/3/2025 8:41 PM, Ted wrote:
Rudy Canoza wrote:
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote
this magnificent response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally
esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no
credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no
subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no
honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, with which
his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s
limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has
never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not
once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not
once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the
British sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand
what a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an
illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he
never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he
actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm
of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or
depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All
our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington,
Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact
opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy
fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the
British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies;
then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of
basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards -
which a gentleman should, would, could never do - and every blow
he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the
vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of
Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then
think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some
confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few
flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British
people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody
hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him
speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He
turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of
pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even
his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and
plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so
nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled
entirely from human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big
clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
I wanna suck black ass.
Well, that just stands to reason.
Yes it does. Black ass suckers can be found in every aspect of society, including different professions, social classes, educational levels,
and backgrounds, essentially meaning that sucking black ass is not
limited to any specific group or lifestyle; black ass suckers exist
across the entire spectrum of human experience.
Bud Frawley wrote:
On 2/3/2025 8:41 PM, Ted wrote:
Rudy Canoza wrote:
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald
Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote
this magnificent response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally
esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness,
no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no
honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, with which
his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s
limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has
never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing -
not once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not
once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the
British sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an
illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he
never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm
of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or
depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath.
All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick
Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact
opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the
British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies;
then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules
of basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards
- which a gentleman should, would, could never do - and every
blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick
the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are
down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then
think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a
few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British
people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody
hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him
speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He
turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of
pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even
his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and
plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so
nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled
entirely from human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big
clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
I wanna suck black ass.
Well, that just stands to reason.
Yes it does. Black ass suckers can be found in every aspect of
society, including different professions, social classes, educational
levels, and backgrounds, essentially meaning that sucking black ass
is not limited to any specific group or lifestyle; black ass suckers
exist across the entire spectrum of human experience.
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this magnificent
response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no >compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no >self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily >enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into >embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said
anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. >And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility - for us, to
lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is -
his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of >cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he
only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually thinks
in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and >knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all >surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are
plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. >He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. >That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a >snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of basic decency
- and he breaks them all. He punches downwards - which a gentleman should, >would, could never do - and every blow he aims is below the belt. He >particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when
they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of Americans look at
what he does, listen to what he says, and then think 'Yeah, he seems like my >kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British >people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many
other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence
or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art
form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are >fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty
people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human
flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and
scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
bud wrote:
Bud Frawley wrote:
On 2/3/2025 8:41 PM, Ted wrote:
Rudy Canoza wrote:
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald
Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote
this magnificent response:
"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally
esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness,
no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no
subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no
honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, with which
his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s
limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has
never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing -
not once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not
once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the
British sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand
what a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an
illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he
never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he
actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm
of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or
depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath.
All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick
Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact
opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy
fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the
British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies;
then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules
of basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards
- which a gentleman should, would, could never do - and every
blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick
the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are
down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of
Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then
think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some
confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a
few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British
people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody
hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him
speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He
turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of
pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even
his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and
plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so
nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled
entirely from human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big
clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
'My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
Trump is filth. This is settled.
I wanna suck black ass.
Well, that just stands to reason.
Yes it does. Black ass suckers can be found in every aspect of
society, including different professions, social classes, educational
levels, and backgrounds, essentially meaning that sucking black ass
is not limited to any specific group or lifestyle; black ass suckers
exist across the entire spectrum of human experience.
Exactly, Bud, thank you. We're everywhere. And we need to make it well
known that we wanna suck black ass.
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