The Trump Death Toll continues to mount.
Trump’s death toll is staggering. It’s one genocide after another — net neutrality, tax cuts, pulling out of the Paris “climate accords,” Brett Kavanaugh, the Muslim travel ban, ripping children from their mothers’ arms, etc., etc.
Who knew that full employment, a roaring economy and the destruction of ISIS could lead to the premature deaths of tens of millions of Democrats? But that’s what they’re saying on social — or should I say anti-social — media.
I just stumbled across a Twitter thread in which assorted moonbats are commiserating with one another over the assorted epidemics that have apparently devastated the non-working classes since Nov. 8, 2016.
It’s amazing there’s anyone even left alive to cash their trust-fund checks in places like Nantucket and Northampton, the plague is so pervasive.
Perhaps you’ve heard of the “freshman 15” — the fact that kids going off to college often put on weight. Now I read that physicians have isolated a new outbreak of obesity.
A woman named Catherine tweeted, “My doctor said, ‘Oh, I see you’ve gained the Trump 20.”
In other words, across the land, menopausal women in pink hats are having this conversation with their spouses: “Honey, does this president make my rear end look fat?”
Follows, a whole litany of syndromes, pathologies, and complaints declared by shrieking moonbats because they lost a damned election. Strangely, it doesn’t seem to have occurred to a single one of them that the real problem just might be that they’re simply neurotic, obssessive, whiny sore-losers. But it ought to.