Hey, at least these bizarre Team Trump unis aren’t tan, because that would be an outrage.
Nothing says fiercely independent like advertising Trump-branded merchandise on national television. It would be just slightly more dignified if Lindsey Graham and Mark Meadows tried to rope Brian Kilmeade into selling Herbalife to his friends and colleagues. He looks to me like the kind of guy you could convince to make out with an urban raccoon if you got more than two shots of Jäger in him.
It would also be slightly more dignified if Graham wore a tacky carnival T-shirt that says, “Please don’t release the photos, Dear Leader.”
Oh, and Don Jr. got in on the party, too, because Daddy’s love is just over the horizon. You can see it, can’t you, Jr.? Just a few more steps and you’ll reach that brass ring.
And here’s Meadows pooh-poohing the Trump cult talk while, again, wearing Trump-branded merchandise that puts money directly into his cult leader’s pocket (second tweet):
Maybe they can all be pool boys at Mar-a-Lago after we toss their asses out of office in November.
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