That President Trump is a very sick man is no longer news, fake or otherwise. His need for constant cheering approval indicates he never got it from his parents, and so, he is still a child, crying for attention. Trump went to a baseball stadium wanting and expecting cheers as if it was one of his insane asylum outpatient rallies. When he didn't get it, he freaked out and quickly, desperately had plans made for him to go to New York's Madison Square Garden for a UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) match. The Republican Party paid out $60,000 for their little boy to attend.
The result of the trip and the foolish Republican investment was that President Crazy Pants got some cheers and a requested endorsement from UFC president/longtime Trump supporter Dana White, but the cheers were vastly outnumbered by boos. Any claims otherwise by the likes of Eric Trump are pathetically desperate. The numerous video clips do not lie. All in all, in Trump's little heart, the results of the trip were unsatisfactory. It seems that if The Donald wants to be told he's the best, he has to pay porn stars and whores, whether they be named Stormy Daniels, Gym Jordan, Lindsey Graham, Matt Gaetz, Vladimir Putin, or Moscow Mitch. We'll leave family members out of it. He'll even invite spymasters from our adversaries into the oval office and hand over classified intelligence in order to ingratiate himself. Would it be any surprise if, someday, we hear that Trump had a set up in the oval office, his bedroom, and his bathroom that automatically played loud cheering every time he entered the room, took a shit, or took off his clothes. "Four More Years! Four More Years! You Da Man! Best Hair Ever!!!"
Can you imagine what staff campaign slogan suggestions Trump rejected before his campaign borrowed "America First" from the KKK? Of course, any of Trump's coterie of like-minded racist sycophants loved that one but I bet the one that was crossed off just before that one was "Trump First."
The parallels between Smithers and Mr. Burns (pictured above) from The Simpsons are kind of uncanny. For those of you who aren't familiar with the long-running cartoon series. Mr. Burns is a wealthy corporate pig who prides himself on stealing from anyone he can, spreading as much human misery as he can, and of course, ravaging the environment as if he was an asteroid speeding towards Earth. Smithers? He's the adoring, cloying, lovesick yes man who longs to do literally anything to please Mr. Burns. He's tortured by his unrequited love for his Mr. Burns. Think Lindsey Graham and Donald Trump. It's as if The Simpsons predicted the inevitability of Graham and Trump decades ago. The only difference is that, in the cartoon, it's funny. In the real world? Not. At. All.
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