🤣🤣🤣 awe he didn’t get invited to the prom and there he sits in his lonely, “lonely for years” bedroom all decked out in his brand spanking new most expensive looking out of date old suit with mob boss carnation just staring at the phone-willing it to ring. But alas it didn’t ring and looking up he sees both the long hand and the short hand of his big clock pointing straight up at the number 12 and he knows it’s midnight and by now the final net hairspray from his hair and brows is melting down his face. He’s mad. Then he’s really mad. He took a shower and got all dressed up for nothing and even wiped his own ass as he was in a hurry, no time to wait on Rudy to come over, he did it all himself and they don’t even call. Maybe they lost his number? Yeah that’s it! His small glimmer of hope is dashed when he gets a message from Tucker Carlson asking him how he feels about them not inviting him and no they didn’t lose his number, Carlson checked, he goes on Truth Social, after confirming it’s still online, and he sends his by now rage filled text and afterward he undressed, gets into his bed with the race card painted on the roll over guards, has his hot cocoa laced with halcyon and hugs his teddy, the one he named Putin Putin Bear, and falls off to sleepy town, the one with the President Kim ll Sung sized statue of himself made of gaudy gold while hungry little orphans beg at his giant feet. Trump land
That’s what Donald snoreleon gets for not being willing to play in the same sandbox with every else during his four years in the White House. The man has NO sense of humor, especially about himself.
On another note , everyone should listen to an interview Iesha Roscoe tried to do with Nancy mace this am on Sunday weekend edition on NPR. She went from cooperative to defensive faster than it takes DJT to nod off in the courtroom. She showed her true colors again.
this is your favorite President asking why I think Melania doesn’t love me anymore. Is it my combover gone bad, the extra hundred pounds I have gained since I met her so many years ago, the fact that my money doesn’t exist anymore and I have to use my campaign funds, or that I have to steal her toilet paper to insure I have enough? Did she find out that I love Ivanka more than I love her, or that she heard me moaning Ivanka’s name in my sleep? Or that Barron doesn’t want to play catch with me, even after I told him how great I played the game in the Yankee farm system? Or is it because I am not President anymore and that even though I cheated I couldn’t get it back? Maybe she doesn’t like LOSERS. No that last one can’t be it; after all, look how long she has stayed with me knowing I have been a loser. I really think she liked Epstein more than me. But I took care of that problem. I don’t know Dear Diary, HELP ME BEFORE IT DRVES ME INSANE!
Wow diary monologue is a great idea and without having read down that far yet I had already done just that-I think, just by reading the opening line of your post I had to do it.
So keep it up Jo and start the inner monologue diary! Love it!
After reading this I can’t help but think of Sheldon Cooper on Big Bang Theory. I hear his voice calling the White House Correspondents poopy heads and, I didn’t want to go to their stupid dinner anyway.
Dear Diary: tonight I wasn’t asked to sit at the cool kids table. I’ll show them. I’m going to destroy their country.
Fabulous as usual, and I hope you had your shots before the trip you took to that fetid sewer. Know what I'm really curious about? His reaction to all the stories about the stink and his farting constantly. I recall Bob Woodward saying that he smelled like he shat himself when he was interviewing him. Any guesses as to why he wouldn't just wear a toupee?
Kudos to the unnamed artist who drew the end piece.
🤣🤣🤣 awe he didn’t get invited to the prom and there he sits in his lonely, “lonely for years” bedroom all decked out in his brand spanking new most expensive looking out of date old suit with mob boss carnation just staring at the phone-willing it to ring. But alas it didn’t ring and looking up he sees both the long hand and the short hand of his big clock pointing straight up at the number 12 and he knows it’s midnight and by now the final net hairspray from his hair and brows is melting down his face. He’s mad. Then he’s really mad. He took a shower and got all dressed up for nothing and even wiped his own ass as he was in a hurry, no time to wait on Rudy to come over, he did it all himself and they don’t even call. Maybe they lost his number? Yeah that’s it! His small glimmer of hope is dashed when he gets a message from Tucker Carlson asking him how he feels about them not inviting him and no they didn’t lose his number, Carlson checked, he goes on Truth Social, after confirming it’s still online, and he sends his by now rage filled text and afterward he undressed, gets into his bed with the race card painted on the roll over guards, has his hot cocoa laced with halcyon and hugs his teddy, the one he named Putin Putin Bear, and falls off to sleepy town, the one with the President Kim ll Sung sized statue of himself made of gaudy gold while hungry little orphans beg at his giant feet. Trump land
Jo…I think his idiot daughter in law was there.
That’s what Donald snoreleon gets for not being willing to play in the same sandbox with every else during his four years in the White House. The man has NO sense of humor, especially about himself.
On another note , everyone should listen to an interview Iesha Roscoe tried to do with Nancy mace this am on Sunday weekend edition on NPR. She went from cooperative to defensive faster than it takes DJT to nod off in the courtroom. She showed her true colors again.
If I didn't trust your judgment, you'd worry me with exactly how much you're enjoying his misery.
Isn't it revolting putting yourself in his mental space to see things from his perspective? Just dwelling on his "the eternal me" vibe is off-putting.
Dear Diary,
this is your favorite President asking why I think Melania doesn’t love me anymore. Is it my combover gone bad, the extra hundred pounds I have gained since I met her so many years ago, the fact that my money doesn’t exist anymore and I have to use my campaign funds, or that I have to steal her toilet paper to insure I have enough? Did she find out that I love Ivanka more than I love her, or that she heard me moaning Ivanka’s name in my sleep? Or that Barron doesn’t want to play catch with me, even after I told him how great I played the game in the Yankee farm system? Or is it because I am not President anymore and that even though I cheated I couldn’t get it back? Maybe she doesn’t like LOSERS. No that last one can’t be it; after all, look how long she has stayed with me knowing I have been a loser. I really think she liked Epstein more than me. But I took care of that problem. I don’t know Dear Diary, HELP ME BEFORE IT DRVES ME INSANE!
He's rather predictable and nobody can do it like you, Jojo. I trust your judgment. Have fun with it.
Personally, trying to be in his head would give me a headache. Hahahaha. Dude is pathetic and a sore loser.
Nicely written.
The ending picture was FANTASTIC !
Wow diary monologue is a great idea and without having read down that far yet I had already done just that-I think, just by reading the opening line of your post I had to do it.
So keep it up Jo and start the inner monologue diary! Love it!
off to a good start; looking forward to part 2
I told Jojo earlier, big A probably stands for “asshole” or “asswipe”. Take your pick, either one works. Yep, that was Nancy mace.
Jo...one thing. I don't think he'd forever "rue those who refused to capitulate to his awfulness", so much as forever excoriate them. 😘
I'd love to read your take on a "Dear Diary" of Whatshisname's rancid brain farts.
After reading this I can’t help but think of Sheldon Cooper on Big Bang Theory. I hear his voice calling the White House Correspondents poopy heads and, I didn’t want to go to their stupid dinner anyway.
Dear Diary: tonight I wasn’t asked to sit at the cool kids table. I’ll show them. I’m going to destroy their country.
I can’t wait to read what he posted on his not the truth social. I’m almost tempted to look but have never been on it.
Fabulous as usual, and I hope you had your shots before the trip you took to that fetid sewer. Know what I'm really curious about? His reaction to all the stories about the stink and his farting constantly. I recall Bob Woodward saying that he smelled like he shat himself when he was interviewing him. Any guesses as to why he wouldn't just wear a toupee?