Did the vampires get Trump or does he have anemia? I know whereof I speak on the latter. At times of severe anemia, I, too, have not had a drop of color anywhere in my face. My solution was not orange makeup. It was a blood transfusion and then sunlight. Amazing what natural healing can do for somebody.
In any event, Trump didn’t just run out without his makeup, he ran out without having his pants pressed. Take a look.
Has nobody ever told this clown that gentlemen wearing suits grab the pantlegs and move them towards their waist before they sit down so as not to wrinkle them? Or maybe he’s simply too fat for it to matter.
And what caused Trump to run off to a party? We presume a Superbowl party. Maybe it was to honor the lyrics of his buddy Kid Rock. From Charlie Sykes’ newsletter.
Bad Bunny ruled the Super Bowl, while Trump raged, and the snowflakes of MAGA beclowned themselves with a lip-synched “alternative” by Kid Rock.
Because “values,” amirite?
Franklin Graham worried that the NFL shows were “pushing moral boundaries and have become more and more sexualized.” So it seemed more than a tad ironic when MAGA chose the guy who memorably warbled:
“Young ladies, young ladies, I like ’em underage/ See, some say that’s statutory, but I say it’s mandatory.”¹
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In contrast, Bad Bunny’s message was unmistakable: A billboard behind him proclaimed: “The only thing more powerful than hate is love.”
You can’t beat that. That’s along the lines of Martin Luther King, Jr. saying, “Darkness cannot be defeated by more darkness. Only light can defeat darkness.”
Maybe that’s what sent Trump out with no makeup and a wrinkled suit. Who knows? Or, maybe it’s the dementia. People do start forgetting basic things when they’re deranged.
Trump’s attitude to sartorial matters has always been: “I’m beautiful so the hell with suits that fit.”
As fat as he is, making a suit that fits is no small task. I would not want to be his tailor.