In Post-America, fat-shaming is a mortal sin while cheating on your fiancé, being filmed on camera having illicit sex, driving your boyfriend’s getaway car from the scene of a murder, threatening the life of a judge, bearing the bastard spawn of a drug lord, and happily lying while under the direction of a presidential candidate and a colluding media about your “20 years of humiliation” from experiencing a gentle and encouraging chiding about your weight are trivial details that should not reflect poorly on an attention whore’s character.
FUCK THIS GAY AMERICA
Bring back the America of balls and steel and rope.
Dispatches from Trump-America: another masterful (and shivtastic) reframe:
For those few people knocking me for tweeting at three o’clock in the morning, at least you know I will be there, awake, to answer the call!
Keep it coming, Don. Don’t let up on the gas. Take thecunt out. She’s begging you to put her out of her misery.