Let's be Trump!

I’m the white skin around his soulless, beady cunt eyes. x

I'm the dingleberries hanging from his fat, shit-stained ass.

I'm his chapped, pimply thighs and his wee, red, angry-looking li'l peepee.

I'm his breath, which perennially smells like the town dump with a strong overlay of fetid pizza sludge. He never flosses. Rarely brushes.

I am the huge ego that rests on a weak foundation of self hatred created by my hateful father.

I’m the bouncy “ok” sign used by fat orators since 40 BC.

I’m the thumbs-up sign used by hostages, race car drivers, and others who voices cannot be heard; and also used by adolescent boys for some reason. He has ruined this hand signal like he’s ruined everything else he touches.

I’m Trump, applauding himself when he takes the stage. This is a Russian custom, I shit you not, of “leading the applause” where the leader actually applauds himself. Below, you see Stalin applauding himself. I don’t know if the Russians still do this.

I'm his brain that looks like Swiss cheese due to the syphilis he's contracted from screwing all the strippers and whores.

Dana Milbank reported in 2018 that “During last week’s State of the Union address, Trump applauded himself — noisily — several times and at one point beckoned to Democrats to applaud, putting his hands to his ears.”

Well done, Comrade Trump!

i'm his bone spurs still in operation all these decades later..

i'm his wife, who KNEW ahead of time he was a multiple married adulterer, but fell in TRUE LOVE with him!

I am the power that makes me immune to any of you malcontents. True indifference is such a luxury.

I'm his tiny, puckered, asshole-shaped mouth. I smell.

I'm the Russian piss whore, who he begs to piss on his tiny little weiner.

Halfwit Barron has the same, sad knocked knees. He looks like a goofy baby giraffe

I’m the cross armed pose for when he’s holding his breath until he gets his way.

I’m the slouching posture that shows that he ignored a lifetime of being told to “sit up straight, Donald!”

I’m his complete illiteracy

I’m the orange hairs surrounding his anus

I’m Ivanka’s Pussy, I’ve been pounded by his orange mushroom weewee every chance he got since the 90s.

I’m also Tiffany’s tits, I’ve been talked about since 2.

I’m his accordion hands.

I’m his proctologist who heavily self-medicates before probing his skanky, hemorrhoid infested, dingleberry ridden, dump hole.

I’m the herpes he gave America

I want to be the cancer in his gonads, colonizing every swatch of tissue throughout his greasy disgusting corpse.

I’m the baseball bat that needs to be slammed into his Cro-Magnon forehead at lightning speed.

I’m the smell of ass, sweat and KFC that lingers in the the room long after Orange Man-Baby leaves.

I’m the spit that no doubt has landed in countless prepared meals.

I’m acts of kindness and selflessness that Trump could never emulate.

I am things Trump has never seen. They are located below his fat fucking gut.

[quote] “I’m Mr, Trump - you know it, I know it, everybody knows it.”

I hate it when he tells me what I allegedly know. I wish one reporter would have the guts to reply “well, I don’t know that, but moving on ...”

Then there is his bizarre habit of referring to himself in the third person. Even worse is that he never refers to himself as “Donald Trump” but always as either “Mr. Trump” or “President Trump”. He’s a sick fucker.

I'm the hooker he married

I’m the hemorrhoid Melania gave him from aggressive rimming

I’m the baby whose crying caused Trump to tell the mother to remove it from his rally. Can you imagine what black magic this jackass has used on his followers to accept that shit? Not that I blame him, but I’m not running for President.

Thanks, R34. Trump keeps Saying “get the baby out...That’s ok” when he really means, “that’s not ok”. Aghhhh!

I am the weak excuses Trump gives when he really steps in it.

“When I said it wasn’t Russia, I meant it was Russia”

That’s like saying, “When I said to ‘launch nukes against Denmark’, I meant, ‘not to launch nukes against Denmark’. So, that explains what happened to Denmark last week, and now let’s move forward and see what happens.”

I am his pathological inability to man-up to his mistakes. He probably makes more significant mistakes than any President in 80 years, at least, since he knows nothing, and learns nothing. He certainly doesn’t learn from his mistakes.

I’m the drug addiction.

Trump is the abortion that didn’t happen. Unfortunate.

I’m the fatal disease waiting to wipe this motherfucker out.

R40 Hurry Up!

I'm the deep crevice between his ample buttocks, which smells like putrified fish and burning rubber.

I’m the 13 year-old he fucked on Pedo Island!*

I’m all the things we can do very “quick-kly”.

I despise the way he says this word. It’s like it has two “k”s in it. There’s something about his emphasis that seems to convey the message that the thing being built is immaterial, but the speed of completion is the real measure of success.

It has the same feeling I get when I hear someone complain that a certain restaurant has lousy food, by who then raves about the large portion sizes.

I'm his little sausage-y fingers, ever probing in his pants, trying to locate his wee, chapped, angry-looking little toadstool of a pee-pee. Ick. I just made myself throwup!

I am things NOT Trump, and certain I’m not alone here.

I’m the adolescent way he shakes hands. He either shakes too firmly, or he does that thing where he yanks the other person towards him. I don’t Know why the yankee doesn’t just crash into him, with gusto. Maybe a shoulder into Trump‘s solar plexus. It’s just so childish.

I am just one of the millions and millions of people who hate him.

I’m his constant frown. I get mixed up with his fear of weakness.

I’m his vocabulary. I’m honored. It’s a disgrace! Fake news! Um, I’m honored...strong! China!

“We’re listening very strongly to...”, (yes, he said this)

I am his tiny nub penis, peeking out from between his tiny balls and fat overhang from above. He pulls me out of my hiding space when he is reclining in the tub with his other hand watching porn on his phone.

“I can say that Angela has done a great job, so congratulations, Angela, well done.”

Not a real quote, but it’s what he does. Condescend to others with far more experience. He’s really not qualified to judge them, but he does anyway!

I am the genital warts encrusted across his groin.

It was very nice meeting. We had a very strong chocolate cake, or something like cake, I don’t know what it was, it was French, and it should have been cake. But otherwise, I have a great relationship with all the leaders. I was honored to be there. They are very tough negotiators.

I think Angela has done a great job. Angela, come up here! Congratulations, Angela. You’ve done well.

It’s a disgrace what the fake news is reporting about Iran. It was a very not nice thing. I’m not a fan of that Iranian guy. We are not friends. I don’t have a good relationship with him. Let’s see what happens.

I’m YETI PUBES.

I’m “his people”, “his generals”, “his African American”. Damn, I hate the way he talks about others.

“I’ve overruled my people...”

He said that, when he needed to backtrack on something. I’m sure it was his own decision that he was walking back.

I’m the mouth like an anus.

Oh, in R54, I forgot to say, “we. have. no. choice, wehavenochoice”, and we can get it done very quick-kley.

Oh, I am going to be so happy where we get a normal person in office again. I wouldn’t mind hating the President, but Trump is just revolting.

I am the gross shit that escapes his face anus daily.

The MSNBC journalist called him a liar in France and his only reaction was to say the she liked Obama. What has happened!?

I'm the black void in the place where his soul should be, a void which should have been filled by parental love and approval but now can't be filled with any amount of money, power or influence.