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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region Forums13 Ways Donald Trump Is Worse Than Fire Ants by Susan Bankston (aka JuanitaJean)
Its harder than Chinese algebra to keep up with this president. Every day theres a new scandal, and the old scandals keep getting worse. Last month, we slowly found out that Donald Juniors Russian meeting had more attendees than Trumps inauguration. And it had more Russians than Dr. Zhivago, with the Brothers Karamazov on the waiting list.
The way its turning out is that Trump colluded with Russia to find out that Hillary Clinton did not collude with Russia. Trumps defense of his wrongdoings went from fake news to I dont recall to we did it and you can kiss our asses.
In other new developments, Trump wants the wall between Mexico and the U.S. to be transparent, as in see-through. Heres why: according to Trump, who visited the border for a few hours one damn time, drug dealers often toss 60-pound sacks of drugs over the wall. If you cant see those Mexicans on the other side, you might get smacked in the head with a 60-pound sack of drugs. I am not making this up. You can look it up on the Google machine. Trump really said that.
Personally, I think its a conspiracy. I think somebodyand Im not saying it was you neglected to tell Trump about the annual Wag Your Winkie Day at the Rio Grande River, which is a Mexican national holiday. Or maybe they did tell him, and hes just genuinely excited about it.
Read more: http://www.outsmartmagazine.com/2017/08/susan-bankston-13-ways-donald-trump-is-worse-than-fire-ants/
A small sample of the list:
Fire ants would never wear a red baseball cap with a damn suit.
Fire ants dont have children. They leave that all that up to their queen. Did you hear that, Trump?
According to ancient ant custom, fire ants rarely have a Twitter account.
Fire ants build mounds, not walls. You can walk around mounds. Hell, you can skip around them while singing El Sombrero Mexicano es Mejor Que El Pequeño Sombrero Rojo.
Brother Buzz
(36,444 posts)Juanita Jean and TheFerret were an item in a previous life.
For those few DUers who aren't familiar with Juanita Jean, here's her bio:
JUANITA JEAN HEROWNSELF Juanita is owner of The Worlds Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc., Fort Bends only professional political organization. Her main qualification to comment on Texas politics is that she owns pink cowboy boots. Not just one pair, but several. Most likely, you dont.
Through diligent research, it has been discovered that Juanita is the daughter of Judge Clyve T. ByGawd Bell and his bride, the lovely and talented Lillie Jean Bell, who was known in a four county area for her unique ability to lasso while singing opera.
Juanita graduated from Elite Beauty School in Del Rio, Texas, (whose motto is: We never heard of you either) first in her class, and after a brief stint with the Buck Pochek Professional Waterskiing and Ring-O-Fire Extravaganza, she settled down in Richmond. Her first husband, Bubba Hank, died in a semi-tragic Nascar pit stop accident. Juanita has found no good reason to remarry.
TexasTowelie
(112,250 posts)I'd love to share the dining table if Juanita Jean and The Ferret get together for a meal, but I don't know if I could stop laughing long enough to participate in the conversation in any meaningful way.
lunatica
(53,410 posts)Brother Buzz
(36,444 posts)is on my bucket list, for sure!
LeftInTX
(25,378 posts)I would gladly stick a bare foot in a mound every single day to turn Texas blue.
BSdetect
(8,998 posts)sandensea
(21,639 posts)If Cheeto succeeds in taking away your health insurance, that might just kill you.
Gothmog
(145,321 posts)She is a Texas treasure
Brother Buzz
(36,444 posts)It was personal, and she delivered the dirt on DeLay relentlessly.
Gothmog
(145,321 posts)Brother Buzz
(36,444 posts)She had all the skinny and, well, she told us in a hilariously entertaining fashion. Comedy gold during a dark period
burrowowl
(17,641 posts)TexasTowelie
(112,250 posts)I thought the article was humorous.
ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)This was when I still lived in Arlington, TX. I was four or five years old. My cousin was launching Estes rockets in some big open field. I was watching where the rockets went, not where I was going. I tripped and planted a knee into a fire ant mound. I swear I still have scars. Maybe they really aren't from the ants, but on that day the pain sure as hell felt like it warranted some everlasting scars.
Maybe we can bury tRump up to his neck in a big open field in Arlington, TX, smear his face with jam, and invite the fire ants over for dinner?