If this image doesn’t speak to the issue of Donald Trump, Jr.’s mental illness per se, than I don’t know what would. This would be strange enough to post under any circumstances, but especially since Prince despised the Trump family as do so many other musicians who demanded that their music not be licensed for Trump rally purposes.
If you missed that little dust up, here’s the letter.
Now sit back and think about this for a moment: Prince died of a drug overdose. Prince hated Donald Trump. Don Junior compares himself to Prince, not just with this blatant image but he has referred to himself as the MAGA Prince before. Do you need to study psychiatry in Vienna to get a message here?
I’m thinking that Junior has been partying like it’s 1999 for the past two decades, hoping for the inevitable and it just hasn’t happened yet. Look, you can’t blame the guy if he would have a death wish. He’s lived in the shadow of his father his entire life. His cousin Mary, the only one in that dysfunctional mess of a family with both oars in the water, not to mention a degree in psychology, has said that Junior never became his own person.
He hates his father, that is zero secret. People who went to school and to college with him have all said that for many years. Now he spends his life getting loaded and shilling right-wing talking points, while his significant other is grilling steaks from a mail order company so incompetent that it lost its Better Business Accreditation. This is a life?
— Britt Nessie (@DemocraticDaisy) May 15, 2022
I will make a prediction about Don Junior and this entire situation and this is a prediction I can guarantee: it will get a whole lot stranger still. You don’t need to be Nostradamus to figure that one out. How it will get stranger, I don’t know. But stranger it will get.
Somebody should really tell him that ‘things go better with coke’ refers to an entirely different product (or is this Kimberley’s grill?)
Those steaks were coffee shop level steaks. They were nothing gourmet and certainly nothing that wealthy people eat. I wouldn’t eat that crap and as stated, I am but a humble blogger.
Personally, I’d class them under ‘shoe leather’.