nobody wanted this.
just as nobody wanted a heavily militarized Epstein Dance Hall, or an unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran, or masked and armed ICE thugs teargassing children, or unaffordable gas, or incoherent tariffs, or off-the-charts corruption, or any one of the million shithole crimes and indignities Preznit Fuckwit has inflicted on We the People, nobody wanted a broken-inside egomaniac shutting down one of midtown Manhattan’s busiest districts for a day and a night, just so he could fall asleep during a championship basketball game.
so, if nobody wanted this, then why did it happen?
it happened for the same reason that Donny used to barge in on half-naked teenagers in the dressing room of the Miss Teen USA pageant — because he can, and because he’s a malignant toad who gets off on being the hugest asshole imaginable.
well, guess what: New Yorkers are not okay with any of that shit at all, and they reacted to Donny’s unwanted presence in the most New York way ever — they cordially invited Dear Leader to fuck himself sideways.big, strong New Yorkers, their biceps rippling in the midday sun, tears streaming down their cheeks, booed Donny mercilessly. they booed him like few thought possible — maybe even the greatest boos of all time.
they booed him on his way to Madison Square Garden.
n fact, let’s gif the shit out of the best part of that clip, because these few seconds are a keeper.
they booed him during the game, the very second his beady-eyed fluorescent tangerine pig-face showed up on the jumbotron.
and they booed him when he slithered the fuck out of there and slunk back to his New Jersey ex-wife cemetery.
welcome to New York, Donny. now get the fuck out.
it cannot be understated how much of a disruption to daily life in Midtown Manhattan Dear Leader’s unnecessary escapade was. look at this headline. no walking allowed in Midtown. how fucked-up is that?
Sorry, Knicks fans: No Madison Square Garden watch party tonight.
You won’t even be able to walk close.
The NYPD and U.S. Secret Service announced another spate of street closures and security measures in anticipation of President Donald Trump’s historic trip to the Knicks’ NBA Finals game.
somebody please explain to me why the exclusion zone needed to stretch all the way from Fifth Avenue to Eighth Avenue. explain it to me like I’m five years old, because I’m just not understanding it.
imagine that Sleepy Joe Biden’s autopen had closed down Midtown Manhattan just so Joe could enjoy himself some sportsball.
the howls of anger from the entire wingnut outrage-industrial complex would have been audible on Mars. Comer Fudd and the shouty, half-dressed degenerate wrestling coach would have introduced articles of impeachment within minutes.
but Donny, infuriatingly, is granted an endless series of free passes to be a Very Special Boy Who Gets to Fuck Shit Up Any Time He Wants™.
this is just wall-to-wall crazypants. hundreds upon hundreds of NYPD cops were clogging the sidewalks of Midtown, just basically milling about and doing nothing, apart from getting in everyone’s way.
how many taxpayer dollars got flushed down the shitter on this unnecessary exercise in ego-stroking a colicky piss-baby president?
Donny’s minders even shut down the locker rooms so that Dear Leader could fuck up the Knicks’ pregame preparation, too.
90sKnicksFan33
Is it true your locker room access is being restricted so he can go in there? Last thing they need before this game is the distraction of the circus traipsing thru their locker roomSteve Popper
Yes. First time all season no pregame locker room access for media.
on top of that, they treated the athletes like they were criminals.
all this disruption — and for what?
it certainly wasn’t so that Donny could enjoy watching an NBA Finals game, because the narcoleptic fart factory did what he always does in public these days — he closed his weary eyes, and started noisily sawing logs while carpet-bombing his little bulletproof enclosure with the pungent aroma of ass-music.
oh, that’s lovely. Dear Leader ruined everyone’s good time — and then couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention. what a selfish prick.
remember how Donny claimed he was too busy with his stupid illegal war to go to his failson’s wedding? weird how he didn’t have time for that, but apparently has all the free time in the world to fall asleep in Madison Square Garden.
it’s fucking maddening. Lord Shitticus gets to traipse about and waste all the money in the world on unnecessary vanity junkets, while you and I — We the People — struggle to keep the gas tank full, and to pay for basic goods and services. and then the stupid shit falls asleep, right in the middle of a noisy, raucous arena. what the actual fuck?
so, how did the Knicks do last night? not good. they lost their game to the Spurs, 115-111 — after having previously won their last thirteen games in a row. awesome job, Donny. you fucking jinxed a winning streak with your fetid presence.
now let’s compare and contrast. check out what happens when a legitimate president takes in a sportsball game in his home town.
that’s what popularity looks like. this is why Donny hates Obama so much — because deep down inside, Dear Leader knows that he’ll never be as admired as the black man whose accomplishments he’s trying to hard to destroy.
meanwhile, feast your eyes on this delusional dipshit.
reporter: “what do you think of the reception you got from Knicks fans tonight?”
Donny: “I thought it was great. I mean, uhhhhhh, I thought it was amazing, actually. you mean where the had the camera, on me? I thought it was very good, yeah. it was certainly amazing. I think— mostly cheers. it was loud. and it was very— enthusiastic.”
yeah, sure. you keep telling yourself that. fucking loser.
Game 4 of the NBA Finals is tomorrow night. whether you’re a New York Knicks fan or a San Antonio Spurs fan, I think we can all agree on one thing:
fuck Trump.
but wait — it gets stupider.
while all that dumb-assery was going on up in New York, back at the While House they did a test of the lighting for that infantile wrestling match that Dear Leader is holding for his birthday.
holy shit, it somehow manages to be so much worse than any of us could have imagined.
it’s so fucking tasteless. he’s turned The People’s House into a Las Vegas bordello.
could anything possibly be more undignified? it’s so wrong. our founders would shit their breeches raw if they could see what’s become of their grand experiment in not have a fucking king.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
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