What The Fuck, America?

NEW COMIC TWO OR THREE TIMES A WEEK, OR WHEN THE MOOD STRIKES

On this most solemn of days, when we grill outdoors, go to the boardwalks of this fine land, get sunburned and eat hot dogs, all while barely thinking about the actual people we're supposed to be memorializing, of course Trump got on his bespoke propaganda-grift machine and typed out an all-caps screed about his enemies. (Curiously he never mentions either of the two men who were specifically out to shoot him, one of whom is dead and the other of whom has been memory-holed, I guess.)

I guess we should be thankful. If Trump were any better at playing nice with the military we'd be in much worse trouble.

It should go without saying that these are direct quotes from Trump's own stubby fingers, so [sic] the whole thing.

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