Grandpa Pudding Brains pauses Memorial Day tribute to workshop a joke about dead soldiers named Donald
Cadet Bonespurs sure is a funny one.
At Arlington National Cemetery, in a speech ostensibly honoring Americans who died in military service, Donald Trump somehow veered into a strange little stand-up routine about how many of the dead shared various first names while pausing to note, with his textbook mistimed and dumb-lloking grin, that there weren’t “too many” Donalds.
“In this sacred soil, which is first consecrated in the hours of America’s greatest division to be eternal symbol, national unity,” he said. “It cannot be by chance alone that the very first service member laid to rest here in this place of supreme sacrifice was a Union soldier by the name of Private Christman. Private William Henry Christman of Pennsylvania, who died, 19 years old. He was a great young man, they say.
“Beside him are more than 18,000 other young men named William, over 20,000 named John, over 13,000 named James — joined over time by Isaac, Elijah, Earls, Hanks, Helens, Juans, Margarets, Marius, Donalds — not too many.”
Cadet Bonespurs sure is a funny one.
Christ, what an asshole pedophile.