“I love everything about my father. I love that he’s a fighter, I love that he has guts, I love that he’s President (all those things you’re not).”
See why Trump Jr. was ragging on JEB! –Here
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That will hurt! Please clap!
If JEB! were president, he’d be getting Swirlies in the oval office bathroom every day.
@MJA – If JEB! were president, WE’d be getting swirlies in bathrooms everywhere…
I don’t think there’s any lack of intelligence of anybody with the last name of Trump. Don Jr. is consistently making people look like idiots on twitter and IG.
Strange times we’re living in. I never really cared that much for Trump before he ran for office. And I hated Roseanne back in the day. Now I love them both. LOL.
Dear J.B., Thanks for reminding me why you are not the President. Now put some salve on that burn boy.
Hey Jeb. Here’s a little advice upgraded to the times we live in.
It’s best to stay off the internet and be thought a fool, than to tweet and remove all doubt.
LOVE THIS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKQgrOV27X0
JEB: A very low IQ individual.
@BB, the mark of a reasoning being, able to improvise, adapt and overcome.
You would make a good Marine.
Feelings are way over rated.
“Donald, You’re not going to be able to insult your way into the presidency.” – Low Energy Jeb
“Wrong !” – President Trump
LOL Mr_Pinko!!
one comment in that video “Jeb, if we wanted to know your opinion we’d ask your mommy.”
I’m glad Jeb’s not President and I’m happy that Trump is.
What is it that Jeb did that got everyone to actively dislike him so much?
My opinion of all the Bush’s has gone subterranean in the last two years; I think that whole family is fraudulent.
I didn’t see Jeb!’s kids working for him to become POTUS. Trumps kids were out pounding the pavement as if they were running themselves. Also Jeb!’s son George doesn’t exactly brag about being Jeb!’s son when he is running for TX Land Comm. Sounds like he is projecting his own issues yet again.
Jeb is like a dumber Mitt Romney. He’s got no real core beliefs other than the belief that he deserves power as some sort of birthright. He’s got no core values other than globalism, which won’t get him elected. So he completely depends on focus groups filled with Ivy League democrat assholes to tell him what to say and do next and how to posture, and Jeb barely grasps any of it. So, when tasked to sound brash and thuggish because it worked so well for Trump, moron Jeb can’t pull it off because he goes the one place Trump wouldn’t go, family, and for a good reason. Trump’s social IQ in regards to trash talking is 100x that of moron Jeb’s.
Like a dumb dog that gets his snout burned and then comes back to sniff at the fire again.
Jebby, you need to seek a new career. Car sales??
How ’bout a “Think Tank”? Or in your case, Stink.
Anon ~ your quip reminds me of a passage from on of my favorite poems …
“As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;”
~ Rudyard Kipling
👏
Notice that Bush clan matron Barbara is sensible enough to shy away from notoriety.
Oh, the embarrassment she must feel!
@Mr_Pinko MARCH 29, 2018 AT 12:34 PM
You can just see the HATRED seething from low energy Jeb in that video…
As it does from all the Bush’s…
Anonymous MARCH 29, 2018 AT 2:18 PM
Thinking it’s more like a dog coming back to eat its own puke or crap. Jeb, please note that unlike you I’m smart enough to know which time the ” ‘ ” (apostrophe) is to be used…
ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ MARCH 29, 2018 AT 2:59 PM
Prefer the quote about the Cigar “And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.”
Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.
We quarrelled about Havanas — we fought o’er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.
Open the old cigar-box — let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie’s face.
Maggie is pretty to look at — Maggie’s a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.
There’s peace in a Larranaga, there’s calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away —
Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown —
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o’ the talk o’ the town!
Maggie, my wife at fifty — grey and dour and old —
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!
And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love’s torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar —
The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket —
With never a new one to light tho’ it’s charred and black to the socket!
Open the old cigar-box — let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila — there is a wifely smile.
Which is the better portion — bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?
Counsellors cunning and silent — comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?
Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,
This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee’s passion — to do their duty and burn.
This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.
The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.
I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.
I will scent ’em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.
For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o’ Teen.
And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;
And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stums that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.
And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o’-the-Wisp of Love.
Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?
Open the old cigar-box — let me consider anew —
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?
A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.
Light me another Cuba — I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I’ll have no Maggie for Spouse!
Seems I’m getting a bit verbose, here I’ll end it…
This asshole need to go and fuc is Mexican bitch. the fuc is a fuc loser . Wait his daughter is a drug addicted so jeb.
It seems to me that he doth protest too much…
But there is another of the same feather,
the one whose pains and tribulations they declare to be unfair
The one no one can stop seeing, tho many try
and if given another chance, the crown they mean to pry
but as with two, the third chance they would still cry
Perhaps, they should join and that would be a sight
as they both fight for what they feel is right
the fight to the death as to which star is the most bright
They would save us all, country world and God
As they became a circle firing squad fighting for their right
Jeb and Hillary, destroyed not by the other
but by their all consuming self made right.
(All rights reserved, all stomach upset or brain pain is NOT my fault ever into perpetuity)
MSG Grumpy
PS: Any and all help with the meter or rhyme will be joyfully accepted until you are better than me, then we will do a JebVsHillary all over again,/sarc\ – included free for all)