Does it always have to be about him?
Last night when Vice President Kamala Harris was making her acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago, Donald Trump was sitting on the crapper at Mar-a-Lago spewing filth onto his Truth Social website.
Mike, how do you know where he was sitting?
I don’t really, but if you had to guess, is there anyplace more likely that he would be? For all the times he has compared himself to Elvis Presley, I have to believe he’s heading for the finish line Presley-style, his blood pressure soaring as someone in the next stall begs for a courtesy flush.
Of course there’s not a stall, let alone more than one, in Trump’s private bathroom at Mar-a-Lago. If God is good, the only other human beings every forced to go near Trump’s crapper are cleaning ladies in hazmat gear.
At any rate, Trump was apparently spewing from both ends during Harris’s speech.
If one thing is hilariously true, it’s that Trump still doesn’t seem to understand that he is no longer running against President Biden.
WHERE’S HUNTER?
The last I heard, he was getting ready to go to trial, and if he loses, he’ll be the same thing Trump is.
A CONVICTED FELON.
Hey, this all caps stuff is fun.
Seriously, though, even if Hunter goes down for the count, he’ll still have far fewer felony convictions than you do.
Then there’s his comment about Tim Walz, that he was not a coach but an assistant coach. I could dismiss this one easily by saying Trump apparently doesn’t realize that assistant coaches are also called “coach,” but maybe even point out that Walz is running for vice (assistant) president and not president.
Still, Trump is heading farther and farther into the lead of serious mental illness. Maybe this week’s New Yorker cover says it best.
As for Mar-a-Lago, hide the ketchup bottles.
And please, Don.
A courtesy flush.