[On Melania Trump's "I Really Don't Care, Do U?" jacket]
Beautiful on the inside as well as the outside, Melania wore this jacket on her way to visit border babbies. She was obviously sending a message to phonyfuck virtue signaling self-righteous sanctimonious shitlibs screeching hysterically about a twenty year old border apprehension policy that temporarily separates children from parents until the parents’ fake asylum claims have been reviewed AND FOUND WANTING.
For this epic troll, the MOAB of trolls, I award Melania the coveted Shiv of the Week.
*hands golden shiv to melania*
*melania lightly grips it in a delicate feminine hand, running the pointer finger of her other hand along the edge of the blade, the sparkles of the shiv matched in luminescence by her hot rod red fingernail polish*
“do you think i didn’t pick up a thing or two watching my husband deal with scum in rat-infested new york?” she purrs.
Melania is the only First Lady about whom I’ve wondered what she’s like in bed. Sensuous, I bet.
Between Corey Lewandowski’s WOMP WOMP and Melania’s triggerjacket, it almost feels like we’ve turned a corner in the battle between the degenerate freak mafia and the MAGAmen, and we shitlords are now on offense, beating the freaks back to their hug boxes.
FYI it’s very easy to push the already mentally ill over the edge. A WOMP WOMP here, a jacket there, and a umble blog outpost of realtalk dedicated to opening hearts and minds playing the background score, and mass shitlib suicides are not far off.
White shitlibs aren’t as SMRT as they like to imagine themselves. Their abstraction-weighted intelligence leaves them vulnerable to the reality-grounded concrete intelligence of the Chad. Cucks are beginning to learn this lesson: be more like Trump and less like an insecure lackey trying to win the admiration of your enemies.