This takedown of Trump caught me where others hadn’t as of late. I think it’s the pinpointed moments where Trump has rolled over to expose his belly in deference.
How much money would someone have to offer the U.S government for them to build a statue of Hitler in Washington, D.C? I’m talking someone offering to wipe out the national debt—is there any point where the U.S says yes?
Congress would never approve it, no matter the price, and no matter if it made perfect fiscal sense. I mean, we SHOULD erect a statue to Hitler if it helps wipe out the debt. That could help create millions of jobs and provide us with enough money to help update the nation’s crumbling infrastructure. I’d make that deal in a second. So there’s a Hitler statue on the White House lawn. Big deal. We could invite kids to deface it on a daily basis. It could be a valuable teaching moment for everyone. You won’t forget about Hitler’s misdeeds if his ugly mug is sitting center stage in the nation’s capital at all times. That’s a win-win. President Obama, I urge you to build the Hitler statue.
Drew Magary’s Funbag is one of my favorite columns on the internet. Here’s some lucid thought in an answer to a ridiculous question.
When I was a kid, I would dream up completely insane presents to put on my Christmas wish list—shit that no parent could ever possibly afford and no child could ever possibly deserve. And every year, my parents would tell me before Christmas that I would NOT be getting the little race car I saw on the Obstacle Course round of Double Dare. They would sit me down and explain that Santa wasn’t a Formula One mechanic and that I shouldn’t be a fucking idiot.
Holy wow I laughed so hard at “a little thing that can turn into anything at any time.” That’s probably just a kid’s impression of a smart phone by now, but “what am I, Galactus?” may have become my go-to deflection for my future kids. They will be able to peep my tumblr and trace its usage back to this very moment. bEutifull