Up Close And Personal 🤢

If you ever got up close to handshake distance of Donald Trump, hand-to-god, you would be shocked at how grotesque he is. He does not look human. His skin is littered with peeling marks, salvia forms at the side of his lips, and his tongue slurps it back in like a toad; the spray…

— YS (@NYinLA2121) October 3, 2024

you ever got up close to handshake distance of Donald Trump, hand-to-god, you would be shocked at how grotesque he is. He does not look human. His skin is littered with peeling marks, salvia forms at the side of his lips, and his tongue slurps it back in like a toad; the spray tan gook is never evenly applied, the foam shoulder pads of his wrinkly navy suits have all come off the seams, the putrid odor he emanates is of damp cotton balls. He doesn’t walk; he shuffles from side-to-side, and if he walks more than 25 yards, he is winded and breathes all over everyone. He eats with his mouth wide open and talks constantly with food flying out of his mouth. The 17 hair strings left on his blotchy head hold on to dear life to comb over the prominent bald area at the top. 

How he got anywhere where he is in life is a fucking miracle.

An image I will never get out of my mind. 🤮

(Oh, and: it’s money that matters/in the U.S.A. That’s how Trump got where he is.))