Imagine devoting your life, your career, your honor, and your soul, to defending and manifesting the childish and lazily constructed false-reality of a deranged and senile narcissist who has done nothing but amble about in a protracted and hyper-privileged existence chugging from the deepest vats of nacho-cheese-style avarice until he stumbled into the presidency on the back of absurd populist racism and extreme klepto-conservatism — and the best you can come up with, is: “We cannot let the rhetoric turn from just honest debate to actual criminal conduct.”
I wonder if this man’s grotesque existence is sustained from a feeding tube, or directly from the yellow, diseased, syphilis-infested semen extruded from Donald Trump’s toadstool penis because Todd Blanche’s lips have been sucking it for so long that there is no longer any meaningful separation between them, fusing into some kind of Cronenberg-esque horror.
I would be open to devoting the significant tax revenue it would take to develop the medical technology that could separate the oral-genital confluence of flesh that now subsumes this man’s very being simply for the fact that in the name of humanity, no one should be allowed to suffer such a fate.
Todd, are you okay? Look directly into the camera and blink twice if you’re not okay. We can help you if you want to leave.
Imagine devoting your life, your career, your honor, and your soul, to defending and manifesting the childish and lazily constructed false-reality of a deranged and senile narcissist who has done nothing but amble about in a protracted and hyper-privileged existence chugging from the deepest vats of nacho-cheese-style avarice until he stumbled into the presidency on the back of absurd populist racism and extreme klepto-conservatism — and the best you can come up with, is: “We cannot let the rhetoric turn from just honest debate to actual criminal conduct.”
I wonder if this man’s grotesque existence is sustained from a feeding tube, or directly from the yellow, diseased, syphilis-infested semen extruded from Donald Trump’s toadstool penis because Todd Blanche’s lips have been sucking it for so long that there is no longer any meaningful separation between them, fusing into some kind of Cronenberg-esque horror.
I would be open to devoting the significant tax revenue it would take to develop the medical technology that could separate the oral-genital confluence of flesh that now subsumes this man’s very being simply for the fact that in the name of humanity, no one should be allowed to suffer such a fate.
Todd, are you okay? Look directly into the camera and blink twice if you’re not okay. We can help you if you want to leave.
I don’t have to imagine it.