Midnight Meme Of The Day!

by Noah

One day Trump says his father was born in Germany. He wasn't. The next day he says we shouldn't invest in power supplied by wind because "windmills cause cancer." Every other day, he encourages chemical corporations to increase the dumping of chemicals into our water supplies while extolling the healthful benefits of "clean" coal. Sure, it's believable that Trump's father was born in Germany, just as it would be all too believable to think that Trump's father slept in a Nazi uniform until the day he died, but, Fred Trump was born in the Bronx. Little Donnie probably even had flannel pajamas with a nice swastika pattern. Would it surprise you if he still does?

Trump's claim about windmills was even too loonie for his two Republican nut job Senators from Iowa, a state that has a lot of wind farms. Of course, they're no doubt pushing to the front of the line to partake in some side cash from wind power companies. Trump could have said lots of things about wind farms, like he did when the proposal for a giant wind farm within view of his Scottish golf course first came up. That's gotta be a big reason for his negative fixation on windmills; not in my backyard! He even says that the power cuts out when the wind slows down. He's Bizarro World Donnie Quixote, tilting at windmills.

But, windmills cause cancer? That's real special. He even says it's the noise they make. How long before he's claiming that they speak to him in critical tones?

Trump has sex with porn stars and who knows what else, and he's worried about windmills being detrimental to his health? For years, I have thought that Trump's brain is being eaten away by syphilis. It seems to fit. His mental grasp on anything is more shaky than a 9.9 earthquake. It's getting worse by the day. I'd love to know how many times a day he looks at Melania and Kellyanne and asks them "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Only his titanic ego prevents him from asking the same question when he peers into a mirror.

Drink a nice tall glass of kerosene, Donnie. And strike a match.