The Presidency of Donald J. Trump, Episode VII: We Are All Going To Die, Thanks Obama!

50 deaths a good thing?

Fuck off.

Europe decision - ahead of the game - by 24 hrs - game?

= 30 days behind

deaths in US should go up 50% day on day now

He just drones on, repeats himself, and patā€™s himself on the back. He makes me so angry my heart rate goes up watching him.

There is nothing in the tone of his voice thatā€™s conveys that he really gets what is going on.

omg

This rambling is so cringey.

Oh man, the question about hand shaking is putting Trump on monkey tilt. Please keep these types of questions coming.

He took the test last night. No results yet.

True. But itā€™s his best play. That whole handshaking derail sucked up time from better questions.

He was talking about people on stage with him and he turned to the surgeon general and said ā€œthat guy right there is doing a great jobā€ like clearly he doesnā€™t even know his name.

He has no idea what the ā€œfed rateā€ is.

#1 CURRENCY!

USA #1 currency in the world!!! By a factor of many times!!!

Here comes the fellatio

Pence drinks more of Trumpā€™s semen than water.

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Trump was leaving the room and was still trying to say stuff to the press, and then he finishes and almost shuts the door in the face of someone trying to follow him out wtf

Once that Federal Reserve question came in, even he knew it was time to gtfo

That question was the worst. Felt like the reporter was going to goad him into firing Powell.

My friend was in one of those teen modeling agencies in high school. We all thought it was so cool when she got to go to Japan. I didnā€™t find out many years later when she made this post what really went on over there.

https://steemit.com/modeling/@stellabelle/i-was-a-teen-model-for-elite-ny-and-chicago-why-i-d-never-allow-my-own-child-to-do-the-same

Hereā€™s an excerpt from my memory of my very first night in Tokyo when I was 18 years old:

On my first night in Tokyo, I received a call from my agent, Mimi.

She said she was taking me out to eat at a restaurant. When I got to the restaurant I was shocked to find a whole table full of models and businessmen. Mimi hadnā€™t mentioned that there were going to be men there. I thought I was hired to be a model, not a prostitute. I felt a sick, twisted feeling in my stomach when I arrived at the restaurant.

I was placed next to an Australian businessman named Alan Bond.

He told me he was Mr. Bond, the richest man in Australia and at the time, he was. I found him to be disgustingly pathetic, pompous, unattractive and old. He really loved talking about himself and tried very hard to impress me with tales of his obscene wealth. I was unimpressed. But I was also aware of the power dynamics. Mr. Bond owned me that evening. He had paid Mimi. Just how much, I never knew, but I had signed my life away in that contract. I had to do whatever Mimi said or else sheā€™d send me back home to the States.

After talking with Mr. Bond for fifteen minutes, I could tell he wanted to fuck me. I immediately began plotting how to get away from this man who, in his words, ā€œowned all of Australia.ā€ After scanning the table for other models who were rebellious like me, I motioned to one and she came over to me. I suggested that we go to the dance floor for a bit. I expressed how freaked out I was that we had essentially been set up to be unpaid prostitutes for these bloated Australian tycoons. She was disgusted too, so we filled up on French chocolate tears, fruit and tea, then I told Mimi that we had to leave to meet some friends at a bar. I never found out if any of the models ended up having sex with Mr. Bond but I think one got really friendly with him. It was a disgusting experience.

Welcome to fucking Japan.

If you liked this, read the next chapter: The Modeling Industry Destroyed My Soul Part 2: THE YAKUZA

And just think, I was lucky because I was never raped. But others were not lucky. Remember Carre Otis from the Guess ads? She was raped by her manager in Paris. I made a video that describes my horror. She and I worked for the same agency, and it could have happened to me. I turned down the possibility of working for Elite in Parisā€¦the rapist-manager is pictured on the left and was married to Linda Evangelista. His name is Gerald Marie, and he walks free.

https://twitter.com/realDonaldTrump/status/1238880558052257794
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People keep saying oh yah but Trump is a germaphobe. But now we see that being a germaphobe isnā€™t mutually exclusive from insane high-risk behavior.

The thing to remember about Trump is that heā€™s incapable of rational, sound, or intelligent thought. That has to factor into your perception of his behavior as a germaphobe.

First think of any meaningful human values. Now think of the stupidest and most dangerous way to pursue those values. Being a germaphobe is already dysfunctional. Being a stupid germaphobe is dangerous.

What about a lazy germaphobe

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