Don't you just love the smell of stupids catfighting in the morning? Here is Gov. Rick Perry, trying to bitch-slap the guy who is currently kicking his ass so hard, Perry might not even scrape his way into the first Republican primary debate of "real" contenders (hahahahahahahaha, REAL CONTENDERS):
man i wish i'd seen that - where gov TX hair was blackmailed and handcuffed and then there was totally not gay sex with that willowy president dude with the nerd ears.
So I'm watching a rerun of Seth Myers and he has this guest named Maria Bartiroma and I don't know who she is and she's attractive and seemingly knowledgeable so I Google her and find out that she's the Fox Business Network's financial wonk. OK I thinks, let's see what she has to say...lo and behold, the next question out of Seth's mouth: "Being a New Yorker, you've covered Donald for a long time - what do you think of him?" Maria Bartiroma: (not verbatim, but close) "Well Seth, you know, he started from nothing, ..." WHAT!!! WHATTHEFUCKAREYOUTALKINGABOUT!!11!
From Alternet:
Trump was born in New York City in 1946, the son of real estate tycoon Fred Trump. Fred Trump’s business success not only provided Donald Trump with a posh youth of private schools and economic security but eventually blessed him with an inheritance worth an estimated $40 million to $200 million. It is critical to note, however, that his father’s success, which granted Donald Trump such a great advantage, was enabled and buffered by governmental financing programs. In 1934, while struggling during the Great Depression, financing from the Federal Housing Administration (FHA) allowed Fred Trump to revive his business and begin building a multitude of homes in Brooklyn, selling at $6,000 apiece. Furthermore, throughout World War II, Fred Trump constructed FHA-backed housing for US naval personnel near major shipyards along the East Coast.
With a straight face, she says this. And Seth teases her by asking "Donald Trump: real candidate, funny candidate?" and they both break up over the hilarity of the question. Now, if I know the above information (and I did in general before I took the .0001 of a second to Google "How much did Donald Trump inherit?") why the fuck doesn't this highly-paid Faux Noose shill know it? And why doesn't Seth Myers, hip, funny, and generally likable late-night host, reach across his desk and grab her by the throat and say, "Now c'mon Maria, you know that that's bullshit."
Well, in fairness, The Donald out-trumps (tee-hee) the rest of the field in pure, undiluted (redundant, I know) batshit, out-there, rabble-rousing, slanderous, racist, ad-hominem invective. IOW, he seems nice.
Hopefully they won't think to ban phones in the audience. The brawl on stage will be about as dignified as, oh Hell I'm gonna say it; two drunken old queens fighting over a dildo.
man i wish i'd seen that - where gov TX hair was blackmailed and handcuffed and then there was totally not gay sex with that willowy president dude with the nerd ears.
i would so watch that.
spit take.
not cool.
So I'm watching a rerun of Seth Myers and he has this guest named Maria Bartiroma and I don't know who she is and she's attractive and seemingly knowledgeable so I Google her and find out that she's the Fox Business Network's financial wonk. OK I thinks, let's see what she has to say...lo and behold, the next question out of Seth's mouth: "Being a New Yorker, you've covered Donald for a long time - what do you think of him?" Maria Bartiroma: (not verbatim, but close) "Well Seth, you know, he started from nothing, ..." WHAT!!! WHATTHEFUCKAREYOUTALKINGABOUT!!11!
From Alternet:
Trump was born in New York City in 1946, the son of real estate tycoon Fred Trump. Fred Trump’s business success not only provided Donald Trump with a posh youth of private schools and economic security but eventually blessed him with an inheritance worth an estimated $40 million to $200 million. It is critical to note, however, that his father’s success, which granted Donald Trump such a great advantage, was enabled and buffered by governmental financing programs. In 1934, while struggling during the Great Depression, financing from the Federal Housing Administration (FHA) allowed Fred Trump to revive his business and begin building a multitude of homes in Brooklyn, selling at $6,000 apiece. Furthermore, throughout World War II, Fred Trump constructed FHA-backed housing for US naval personnel near major shipyards along the East Coast.
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With a straight face, she says this. And Seth teases her by asking "Donald Trump: real candidate, funny candidate?" and they both break up over the hilarity of the question. Now, if I know the above information (and I did in general before I took the .0001 of a second to Google "How much did Donald Trump inherit?") why the fuck doesn't this highly-paid Faux Noose shill know it? And why doesn't Seth Myers, hip, funny, and generally likable late-night host, reach across his desk and grab her by the throat and say, "Now c'mon Maria, you know that that's bullshit."
Just sayin'
Yeah, but she's come through remarkably well. We should all look so good at, what, 70? Plus, i think she killed it on "The Newsroom."
Well, in fairness, The Donald out-trumps (tee-hee) the rest of the field in pure, undiluted (redundant, I know) batshit, out-there, rabble-rousing, slanderous, racist, ad-hominem invective. IOW, he seems nice.
dawww.
Hopefully they won't think to ban phones in the audience. The brawl on stage will be about as dignified as, oh Hell I'm gonna say it; two drunken old queens fighting over a dildo.
Yeah,China needs a source of cheap labor. And no seconds on the rice gruel.
Who wants to know. Besides CPS in New York?
Just sprayed soda all over the screen. Thanks.
Back to your Mom's basement. play some games, OK
You mean he has to pay them?
I just hate it when the kids fight.
You don't mean the same border that is now more secure than at any other time in history? That border?
Plus a 200-gallon tank out back that we're gonna hafta dump unless they step up the derp.
Almost made me drop the aspirin between my knees