Donald Trump is hot as a pistol right now. He’s zigging while the competition is zagging. Some piss ant Spanish reporter calls him out for wearing a toupee and right when you think he’s backed into a corner with no way out, he calls up a Southern MILF to the stage to stroke his dome and silence the critics once again. So genius. So sexual.
It’s like he’s playing that arcade game where the alligators pop their heads out and he has to bat them away. He’s got the high score because he just pretends the alligators are Mexicans.
Politicians know he’s a joke, a caricature of himself, but tuck their dicks between their legs when offered a platform to call him out because they know Trump has paid for more than a few high-end prostitutes for each and every one of them. And he’s got a rebuttal for every critic who spews venom his way. Call him a racist? He’ll bring up that one time in 1981 he gave a homeless black guy 81 cents to try to impress a Penthouse Pet he was trying to smash. Dude’s the ultimate puppeteer. He’s got us all on a string.