"Do you want to set up the meeting? Are they friends of yours?"
"Do you want to set up the meeting? Are they friends of yours?"
#1"Do you want to set up the meeting? Are they friends of yours?"
Posted: 2/16/17 at 7:51pm
That was Trump's response when a (black) reporter asked a seemingly innocuous question about meeting with the Congressional Black Caucus (which he didn't seem to have heard of initially) today.
You can't make this stuff up. I'm sure Omarosa will defend him, though.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/trump-asks-reporter-to-set-up-the-meeting-with-congressional-black-caucus/?ftag=CNM-00-10aab6j&linkId=34586706
#2All Blacks, Know Each Other; Where's My African American?
Posted: 2/20/17 at 3:47pm
This heinous reply amid that insult of the "press briefing" is yet another example of the ignorance and complete lack of knowledge, the racism, even the most minimal everyday facts, Rump displays anytime he speaks.
The press, the complete media need to not cover these faux rallies of his ego. Even if they boycotted him just for a month, this lack of coverage would probably cause a meltdown of historic note.
I can't watch these repeated replays and analyzation and remain calm. How can his actions and these performances continue? The inmates really are running the asyl...uh, White House.
I Can Has Cheezburger With This?
Updated On: 2/20/17 at 03:47 PM
John Adams
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#3All Blacks, Know Each Other; Where's My African American?
Posted: 2/21/17 at 10:23am
As a nation, we should make a drinking game out of these gaffes.
Every time Rump makes a public boner, we should all take a drink. At least, that way, we'll all be drunk for the impending Armageddon.
#4All Blacks, Know Each Other; Where's My African American?
Posted: 2/21/17 at 1:00pm
Not sure what's worse here: the "all black folks must know each other" racism or the "all women are basically my secretary" sexism. Oh wait, it's both.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
