The truth about Melania Trump

Is I think I really like her. When I was first exposed to her I really thought she was not for me. 

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I accidentally found this super cute photo of young Melan

The wasp in me will always struggle with the glitz and glamor and show-boating and too much make-up and narrowed eyes.

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tbh this may just be an east-coasty thing. My coast may be #1 f@ggot coast but it still tends to prefer the fresh-faced natural looking grill to the severe east coast beauty. No no disrespect.

What the majority of Americans fail to realize is that- this whole NJ aesthetic of Trump of the many over-sized and yet golden-letters makes me physically ill. I am super-not a snob but Florida-but Atlantic-city- but giant light up letters of one’s own name in gold plagued me with a bigotry that only the Golden One himself could ever penetrate.

In all sincerity it is this exact video that was my turning point from idiot sh1t-lib clochard to renegade sf-tier hobo who had just jumped on the Trump-Train:

This video made me do a 180.  I am completely serious. I had already divorced the left but a loud guy like Trump? My inner-WASP disavowed.

The devotion to the understatement and quietness of our very real passions has been the our ridiculous achilles hill. A famous white-supremliacious band wrote a song about it. They came under so much heat from the Bush family for it that they had to pretend to change the name to “The Ghost in you”. Lizards in broke-back human costumes are so jelly if the people they are impersonating assert themselves. Listen closely though and you can hear this f@ggot is really singing the “Wasp” in you.  Because they are racial realists and know the entractable desire in each person to create their inner-reality to their external culture.

Also this slob:

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How has the globohomo-complex so lost the plot that they have this greasy-haired fug-monster weighing in on sartorial concerns? I thought they were supposed to be ‘high IQ?’ What is she? A mix of biker-slag and soccer-mom? I don’t even know! ( and I know most things)

the other big problem I accidentally caused Melania is- as a prank I painted on her jacket before she went to Texas. It was a joke! I was referring to april Ryan and her vicious protests against blacks by appearing in the white house press-core and acting as if she has a blob of hostile tapioca pudding where her brain is supposed to be.

I was joking! I meant to write: Idgaf” but I could not remember how to spell it and so therefore vis a vis and lots of other polyglotanious words I ended up dabbing ‘Cry moar CNN qq! qq! qq! using nikola tesla’s standard of spelling: 

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My inspired and the only decent standard of spelling that people who care about children of the burrito should truly try to understand is: I also had a dream (just like Martin Luther King the Shortie) that Melania made me pancakes and bacon for breakfast. The thing was- is she let the syrup goop all over the bacon and I pretended that I didn’t eat bacon because I didn’t want to insult her for making it suck through syrup. She ate all my bacon and Barron was like all “Mom- 13 pieces of bacon? You are going to get fat!”  which I didn’t believe because she’s too smart for that. It did embarrass me though to hear Barron criticize his mother so I said ” there are no calories in breakfast”  As if I was a progressive-leftist. Poetic- I know.

You are pretty much welcome for this poast of great historical import.

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