I give up. I swear to God, I give up. Like everybody else who can tie their own shoes in the morning, I took vicious glee in Trattor Tot’s Big Announcement that anybody with $100 a pop, and the IQ of celery can have exclusive limited edition electronic Donald Trump Trading Cards!
Have you seen these things? They’re pathetic! Trumpenstein got some kid with a photoshop app on his computer to make Trump into a Superhero with laser eyes, an astronaut, a NASCAR driver, Uncle Loopy from Lonesome Dove, and an elephant tamer, among other stupidity. And the worst part is that they aren’t even particularly well done. The costumes are cartoonish, and the backgrounds are stock cartoon or comic book backgrounds.
Yeah, right. Guess who’s getting the last laugh? It was reported yesterday that Trump’s limited edition collection had sold out in less than 36 hours. The estimated total sae price was $4.5 million. Granting a production and exchange site fee of 10%, His Kowness just made a cool $4 million in less than 36 hours by doing nothing more than personally debasing himself, and looking like a total shithead.
I don’t get it! How is this kind of self destructive stupid even possible. When The Mango Messiah made his Big Announcement, even FUX News couldn’t cover it without a sardonic sigh, and a strained I gotta fart smile on their faces. Nobody took this seriously, not even Trump, who in his announcement sounded more like Popiel announcing his NEW Pocket Fisherman for only $19.99! Except Trump wasn’t interested in the low rent district.
I apologize guys, but I just don’t get it! How can people who assumedly are intelligent and self sufficient enough to earn that kind of scratch throw away $4500 on Trump trading cards? Even the Trump base is honest about it. Many of them freely admit that Trump is a troglodyte, but the continue to support him just because it pisses off libtards! They revel in their Bad Boy status.
OK, fine. But to the tune of $4500? Shit dude! In 2016, when my beloved Cubs won the World Series for the first time in more than 100 years, I contented myself with a $40 commemorative t-shirt, and a cap because I wasn’t willing to spring for the $450 it would cost for an official jersey with my name on the back of it. And these brain dead fucktards are throwing away $4500 for something you literally can’t even hold in your hands?
Look, as I’ve said, people collect all kinds of things. My own beloved mother collected Norman Rockwell commemorative plates, limited and numbered. But she did it because she actually liked the things, and she wasn’t pumping out $100 a shot for the goddamned things. And you can forget about scarcity, and future higher resale value. Who but a total Trumptard would want to bow $100 a pop for 45 schlock trading cards, and which brain dead Trumptards would want to pay more than that 6 months down the road, because they were too slow to pull the trigger?
This worries me. It worries me because it is now clear that we have a sizeable portion of the GOP that are willing to go so far as to indulge in personally self destructive behavior in order to make their point. And it better worry the hell out of the GOP too. Because due to their cowardice, they have allowed Trump to morph into Trumpism, And whatever happens to Trump from here on out, these mental midgets will be around for years, causing trouble for the GOP. As ye Sow, so shall ye reap.