That is enraging. It’s bad enough they completely fucked up and are putting the guy through hell illegitimately, but to fight to continue to do so…I can"t even…
Edit: I know the whole operation is illegitimate, but even within their illegitimate rules this rendition is illegitimate.
Poor Mary here looks like she’s being held together by Aquanet, a lifetime of unanswered prayers, and the force of unresolved trauma stretching back to Medieval Europe. Look at that high-ass structurally engineered hairdo. That’s a steel-wool bouffant.
Look at her eyes. Those aren’t just cold—they’re arctic. The kind of icy, lifeless stare you only find in antique doll collections that whisper at night or from an old lady parked in the front pew of an unheated Presbyterian church silently judging everyone’s shoes. Her resting face screams, “I smell something poor."
Her entire aura is giving, “I ain’t never experienced a day of joy in my life and I hate anyone who has.” Them lips are permanently pursed, like she spent decades swallowing Scotch. It’s a tight, judgmental pucker with a hint of mothballs. Now we know where Donald gets them lips. From a momma whose face was irreparably fused into a disapproving sphincter.
And look at Fred’s demon possessed face with that sociopathic smirk. Looking like somebody carved a villain out of wood and gave him a mustache and sat him too close to a heat lamp. Those ain’t wrinkles on his face. They fault lines. Jaw looks like deli meat. Look at all that angular aggression jutting out. Eyebrows look like caterpillars about to be knuckin’ and buckin’ and ready to fight.
If you look at him too long you might start wondering if he unzipped his head at night and hung it on a hook labeled “Public Facing Sociopath.” The thing is uncanny, Y’all. It’s like his face is trying to convince you it’s real.
Now, imagine being birthed by these fossilized disasters. These two ghouls didn’t just raise a child. No, they spawned a sentient hemorrhoid and cursed the entire nation with their festering offspring.
So what’s the point?
Raised by a haunted mannequin and a sociopathic Monopoly villain, how else was Trump going to turn out? Imagine how soul-numbing it must’ve been to look up at those faces and realize these are my parents.
Every day, little Donnie waking up to Fred’s cement block of a jaw clenched like it’s holding in a racial slur. Imagine having to look at Mary’s icy withered stare, the same kind of stare you’d get from a haunted portrait in a dusty Victorian hallway. No warmth, no softness. Just two cold, judgmental specters staring down at you like you’re already a disappointment.
Can you imagine being a child craving affection, and the only thing looking back at you is a pair of frozen scowls giving off emotional constipation and generational cruelty?
Fred and Mary molded a grudge in a human suit and told it the world owed him everything. They pumped him full of entitlement, cruelty, and the kind of delusion only money and emotional starvation can buy.
And here we are, decades later, paying the price. With their unholy spawn raging and destroying everything because he never got a hug.
These photos explain everything. Everything! Now the rest of us are stuck choking on the smog of their failure while their bastard legacy plays dictator and wipes his ass with the Constitution.
If that is true why didn’t they include Åland?
Probably because .re, .hm, .ge, and .nf were all registered in the late 90s, .ax wasn’t registered until 2006, and ChatGPT’s idea of what a “country” is is based on TLDs c.2000, because that’s what its Corpus contains most of.
Of course he hates Pelicans.
In a newer, also medieval version of the European myth, the pelican was thought to be particularly attentive to her young, to the point of providing them with blood by wounding her own breast when no other food was available.
The nearest related Chinese expression translates as “Better to be a dog in times of tranquility than a human in times of chaos.” (寧為太平犬，不做亂世人)[4] The expression originates from Volume 3 of the 1627 short story collection by Feng Menglong, Stories to Awaken the World.[5]
I use that saying all the time. Regardless of actual or mythical origination, it is usually frighteningly applicable. Especially right now. Boring is beautiful. I long to be bored. That ain’t happening any time soon.
To be fair, some dogs really have it made. Eat, sleep, get petted, get told often how good you are, go for nature walks, yell at strangers until they fuck off. What’s not to like? 
Worth noting that Faux and OANN and other RWNJ broadcasters are not being subject to investigation, only MSM, obviously in an effort to bring them under control.
Even when they have…reasons, there is no excuse for the horrific treatment detainees receive - no matter where the location:
We must be careful, though. Towards the end of Henry VIII’s life, discussion of his death or speculation about how long he might have left were treason, subject to capital punishment. One can imagine an equivalent executive order in the near future.
He just can’t help himself with the one-upmanship, can he. This is clearly just to top this