Grandpa Pudding Brains and the escalator of doom
Amid his odd ramblings and bizarre insistence that his wife is a movie star, convicted felon, and addled old man, Donald Trump gave another embarrassing performance. Someplace in the hours of rambling, he promised to use his stable genius to decide if we’re going to war with Iran.
Remember, Grandpa loves cash:
I wonder how many brain cells still exist in his orange head. 2...3...maybe?
The problem is, they do see all of this and dismiss it. There is no line beyond which the twatwaffle can stray and have his true believers turn on him.