Donald Trump is a bloated, spray-tanned sack of festering incompetence. His existence is a cosmic typo, a vile glitch in evolution’s code. He’s not just a loser; he’s the human equivalent of a landfill fire - toxic, pointless, and impossible to look away from despite the nausea. History will remember him is as a cautionary tale: a warning that even the most privileged nation can shit itself into fascism if left unsupervised for five minutes. He’s achieved the impossible: uniting humanity in collective disgust, proving even a hemorrhoid has more dignity than his entire legacy.
Pass it on.