It would be funny AF if someone managed to slip him some Polonium into his McDonald’s, thereby causing the US to curbstomp Russia out of Ukraine.

Trump has already threatened a purge and revenge against people who hurt his fee fees.

Same old shit. People supporting radicalization and installation of a dictator find themselves shipped off to a gulag or out of a job because they all think they’re going to get to participate in the new power structure, except dictators never share. They put family and extreme loyalists first. The rest are just window dressing to be traded out at first inconvenience.

This is why voting in Congress should be anonymous. And this is exactly why purse holders wanted voting to be public- so they could carve out any nonconformists.

Any way. These fuckers better learn from the Greeks and form a Phalanx.

Off topic, but damn trump is unsettling to look at in this pic.

These Republicans have three options: Obstruct, switch parties, or quit whining.

The massive push by allies of Donald Trump to make sure that his Cabinet nominees get rubber-stamped by Republican senators is starting to rankle some lawmakers who are growing weary of being bullied.

Thoughts and prayers.

Leopards

Edit: RAWR

I don’t fucking care, do u?

Womp womps all around.

I guess they aren’t fans of Concrete Blonde.

[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]