[while hiding from Trump in a locker room, a reporter sees three corpses that look eerily familiar]Reporter: [checks dogtags] Forbes... Moore.Trump: [appears just as the reporter looks at Laffer's corpse] Laffer. [enters room]Reporter: They're Economist. Last season's winners.Trump: No. Last season's losers.
You choads all backed the guy who's brought us a sub-20k Dow because you thought the only qualification was someone who could hold a pen to sign tax cuts. Well, you got him. Now, as the kids say, kindly yeet yourselves into the sun.
The photo is 6 years old. From a snow storm, apparently.
She was especially hated for being Austrian, because Austria was a traditional enemy of France. Again, not her fault.
[while hiding from Trump in a locker room, a reporter sees three corpses that look eerily familiar]Reporter: [checks dogtags] Forbes... Moore.Trump: [appears just as the reporter looks at Laffer's corpse] Laffer. [enters room]Reporter: They're Economist. Last season's winners.Trump: No. Last season's losers.
Forbes, Laffer, and Moore aren't just wrong on humanity. They're wrong on economics.
But they can do for the US what they did for Kansas. Leave it a economic wasteland covered in dust.
And Vlad, don't forget his troll farms.
Ivanka Antionette's suggestion will be great in the coming real estate crash and millions out of work with no income. Let them build tents.
It's one that's being sent up for Stephen Miller's dinner.
Or quite rationally, as the case may be.
My Safeway has a prominently displayed sign on the door saying they're hiring at all locations in the area.
I'm half tempted.
I'm from Salem, Mass! We know from broom transport around here. I don't think Ivanka would encounter too many friendly faces here....
Well, the cook does. Ivanka is busy getting her nails done.
Omg! What kind of commie nonsense is this! Those rich fuckers *neeeeed* all that money.
I hope her fucking "campfire" burns down the house.
You choads all backed the guy who's brought us a sub-20k Dow because you thought the only qualification was someone who could hold a pen to sign tax cuts. Well, you got him. Now, as the kids say, kindly yeet yourselves into the sun.
The love child of Milton Berle and a sick monkey's wet ass.
Oh, they suck dead rats.