Trump Has A MASSIVE MELTDOWN!

[Howey]

WHAT A MISERABLE, WHINY BABY!!

Casey: Trump melts down in the Hotel Roanoke, literally

By Dan Casey [email protected] 981-3423

Memo to Donald Trump: It gets hot in Virginia in July, buster. Suck it up. There’s nothing you can do about that. Deal with it.

The Republican presidential nominee didn’t deal with it very well Monday afternoon at The Hotel Roanoke...

And, in the biggest room in the finest hotel in Roanoke, along with at least 1,600 chanting and cheering Trumpeteers, the candidate trained his attention-deficit-disordered thoughts on a purely apolitical topic: The room was too hot.

He whined and whined about The Hotel Roanoke’s air conditioning. No kidding.

“I think this ballroom and the people who run this hotel should be ashamed,” Trump told the crowd. “I think it’s actually cooler outside than it is in this damn ballroom.” (It wasn’t.)

He boasted there were 1,000 people standing outside on the Wells Avenue side in 104-degree heat, listening to him on loudspeakers. (There weren’t; there were at most 50, according to a city firefighter who was outside, and the temperature never hit 100.)

Perhaps jokingly, Trump suggested he wouldn’t pay the bill — after his campaign apparatus commandeered a large chunk of the hotel for most of the day. Trump’s a tough guy, see. Nobody takes advantage of him. Especially, whoever runs the thermostat.

“I feel like I’m in a sauna. I don’t know what hotel this is,” Trump went on. “You let people suffer and don’t turn on the air conditioning. This is ridiculous.”

It was ridiculous, but not in the way Trump intended. The ridiculous part was him standing there wailing about it.

He suggested the hotel turned off the AC to save money. (It didn’t. The main ballroom’s air conditioning was set at 63 degrees. “We did have it set as low as it could possibly go,” said Michael Quonce, the hotel’s public relations manager. “It was running at 99 percent efficiency.”)

Trump’s comments were chintzy, low-rent, third-rate and wholly unbecoming for a major party presidential nominee. But they are pure Trump, full of narcissistic bullying, worrying about his own comfort, picking on an entity that can’t pick back.

For the record, the hotel doors were open for two hours before he began speaking, to let in thousands of Trumpeteers (some were shunted off to an overflow ballroom). People were packed in the main ballroom like sardines. Trump was standing under stage lighting. What does he expect? You don’t get meat-locker temps under those circumstances.

And part of it was Trump’s own fault. The temps in the room probably went up 10 degrees after he opened his mouth. (OK, just kidding on that one.)

Around this country in recent weeks, cops have been assassinated in Dallas. Black men have been shot to death by police for little apparent reason. A crazy man with a gun slaughtered patrons of a gay bar in Florida.

And the Republican presidential nominee is worrying about a warm room in Western Virginia in the middle of the summer? Puh-lease. There are more important things he ought to focus his scattered thoughts on.

Presidential campaigns are long, arduous and frequently nasty. By circumstance of the calendar, part of them happen in the summer, when temperatures can get hot. The rhetoric can get hot, too.

What’s that old expression? The one that begins, “If you can’t stand the heat ...”

If Donald Trump can’t stand the heat of a Hotel Roanoke ballroom in July, perhaps he’s not cut out for the rigors of the campaign to come.

Maybe he ought to get out now, and go find some place to cool down.

 

[mdk]

Only Trump can make The Hotel Roanoke’s air conditioners great again.

 

[Compost]

Yeah. Wow. Outrageous. I hear Donald Trump once yelled at a porter for dropping his suitcase. Then there was another time, Donald Trump was aggravated when a tailor didn't hem his pants correctly, then one time Donald Trump got really mad because a the caterer failed to deliver the food for an event...

 

[theHawk]

A fake story from a bullshit blog? This is all you have?

You can do better fagboy.

 

[Tresha91203]

What was the temperature in the ballroom? I complain when its hot. Maybe he's menopausal, too.

 

[Howey]

What was the temperature in the ballroom? I complain when its hot. Maybe he's menopausal, too.

63

Until he opened his mouth.

 

[Harry Dresden]

Only Trump can make The Hotel Roanoke’s air conditioners great again.

he knows more than the A/C guys do....because he watches good shows...

 

[Howey]

A fake story from a bullshit blog? This is all you have?

You can do better fagboy.

It's the local paper, fagboy sucker.

 

[koshergrl]

Haha welcome to the south.

However, the hotel managers should have planned for the crowd and the heat that crowds, and lights, generate. And Trump is a hotel man.
They should listen to him.

 

[Dont Taz Me Bro]

Not a Trump supporter, but yeah, this is weak and hardly what I would refer to as a melt down.

 

[WillowTree]

The DNC is literally melting down in Philly.

 

[theHawk]

A fake story from a bullshit blog? This is all you have?

You can do better fagboy.

It's the local paper, fagboy sucker.

It's a fucking blog from some loser liberal. Did you even watch the video? You call that a "meltdown"? He said he wouldn't pay the bill and said the hotel should be ashamed of themselves. Whopty shit. Only a stupid queer would over dramatize this.

 

[Tresha91203]

What was the temperature in the ballroom? I complain when its hot. Maybe he's menopausal, too.

63

Until he opened his mouth.

63 is where the thermostat was set, not the temperature of the room. I can set mine at 63, but in 90 degree plus heat, no way will it get downvto 63.

 

[Marianne]

WHAT A MISERABLE, WHINY BABY!!

Casey: Trump melts down in the Hotel Roanoke, literally

By Dan Casey [email protected] 981-3423

Memo to Donald Trump: It gets hot in Virginia in July, buster. Suck it up. There’s nothing you can do about that. Deal with it.

The Republican presidential nominee didn’t deal with it very well Monday afternoon at The Hotel Roanoke...

And, in the biggest room in the finest hotel in Roanoke, along with at least 1,600 chanting and cheering Trumpeteers, the candidate trained his attention-deficit-disordered thoughts on a purely apolitical topic: The room was too hot.

He whined and whined about The Hotel Roanoke’s air conditioning. No kidding.

“I think this ballroom and the people who run this hotel should be ashamed,” Trump told the crowd. “I think it’s actually cooler outside than it is in this damn ballroom.” (It wasn’t.)

He boasted there were 1,000 people standing outside on the Wells Avenue side in 104-degree heat, listening to him on loudspeakers. (There weren’t; there were at most 50, according to a city firefighter who was outside, and the temperature never hit 100.)

Perhaps jokingly, Trump suggested he wouldn’t pay the bill — after his campaign apparatus commandeered a large chunk of the hotel for most of the day. Trump’s a tough guy, see. Nobody takes advantage of him. Especially, whoever runs the thermostat.

“I feel like I’m in a sauna. I don’t know what hotel this is,” Trump went on. “You let people suffer and don’t turn on the air conditioning. This is ridiculous.”

It was ridiculous, but not in the way Trump intended. The ridiculous part was him standing there wailing about it.

He suggested the hotel turned off the AC to save money. (It didn’t. The main ballroom’s air conditioning was set at 63 degrees. “We did have it set as low as it could possibly go,” said Michael Quonce, the hotel’s public relations manager. “It was running at 99 percent efficiency.”)

Trump’s comments were chintzy, low-rent, third-rate and wholly unbecoming for a major party presidential nominee. But they are pure Trump, full of narcissistic bullying, worrying about his own comfort, picking on an entity that can’t pick back.

For the record, the hotel doors were open for two hours before he began speaking, to let in thousands of Trumpeteers (some were shunted off to an overflow ballroom). People were packed in the main ballroom like sardines. Trump was standing under stage lighting. What does he expect? You don’t get meat-locker temps under those circumstances.

And part of it was Trump’s own fault. The temps in the room probably went up 10 degrees after he opened his mouth. (OK, just kidding on that one.)

Around this country in recent weeks, cops have been assassinated in Dallas. Black men have been shot to death by police for little apparent reason. A crazy man with a gun slaughtered patrons of a gay bar in Florida.

And the Republican presidential nominee is worrying about a warm room in Western Virginia in the middle of the summer? Puh-lease. There are more important things he ought to focus his scattered thoughts on.

Presidential campaigns are long, arduous and frequently nasty. By circumstance of the calendar, part of them happen in the summer, when temperatures can get hot. The rhetoric can get hot, too.

What’s that old expression? The one that begins, “If you can’t stand the heat ...”

If Donald Trump can’t stand the heat of a Hotel Roanoke ballroom in July, perhaps he’s not cut out for the rigors of the campaign to come.

Maybe he ought to get out now, and go find some place to cool down.

WHAT A MISERABLE, WHINY BABY!!

Casey: Trump melts down in the Hotel Roanoke, literally

By Dan Casey [email protected] 981-3423

Memo to Donald Trump: It gets hot in Virginia in July, buster. Suck it up. There’s nothing you can do about that. Deal with it.

The Republican presidential nominee didn’t deal with it very well Monday afternoon at The Hotel Roanoke...

And, in the biggest room in the finest hotel in Roanoke, along with at least 1,600 chanting and cheering Trumpeteers, the candidate trained his attention-deficit-disordered thoughts on a purely apolitical topic: The room was too hot.

He whined and whined about The Hotel Roanoke’s air conditioning. No kidding.

“I think this ballroom and the people who run this hotel should be ashamed,” Trump told the crowd. “I think it’s actually cooler outside than it is in this damn ballroom.” (It wasn’t.)

He boasted there were 1,000 people standing outside on the Wells Avenue side in 104-degree heat, listening to him on loudspeakers. (There weren’t; there were at most 50, according to a city firefighter who was outside, and the temperature never hit 100.)

Perhaps jokingly, Trump suggested he wouldn’t pay the bill — after his campaign apparatus commandeered a large chunk of the hotel for most of the day. Trump’s a tough guy, see. Nobody takes advantage of him. Especially, whoever runs the thermostat.

“I feel like I’m in a sauna. I don’t know what hotel this is,” Trump went on. “You let people suffer and don’t turn on the air conditioning. This is ridiculous.”

It was ridiculous, but not in the way Trump intended. The ridiculous part was him standing there wailing about it.

He suggested the hotel turned off the AC to save money. (It didn’t. The main ballroom’s air conditioning was set at 63 degrees. “We did have it set as low as it could possibly go,” said Michael Quonce, the hotel’s public relations manager. “It was running at 99 percent efficiency.”)

Trump’s comments were chintzy, low-rent, third-rate and wholly unbecoming for a major party presidential nominee. But they are pure Trump, full of narcissistic bullying, worrying about his own comfort, picking on an entity that can’t pick back.

For the record, the hotel doors were open for two hours before he began speaking, to let in thousands of Trumpeteers (some were shunted off to an overflow ballroom). People were packed in the main ballroom like sardines. Trump was standing under stage lighting. What does he expect? You don’t get meat-locker temps under those circumstances.

And part of it was Trump’s own fault. The temps in the room probably went up 10 degrees after he opened his mouth. (OK, just kidding on that one.)

Around this country in recent weeks, cops have been assassinated in Dallas. Black men have been shot to death by police for little apparent reason. A crazy man with a gun slaughtered patrons of a gay bar in Florida.

And the Republican presidential nominee is worrying about a warm room in Western Virginia in the middle of the summer? Puh-lease. There are more important things he ought to focus his scattered thoughts on.

Presidential campaigns are long, arduous and frequently nasty. By circumstance of the calendar, part of them happen in the summer, when temperatures can get hot. The rhetoric can get hot, too.

What’s that old expression? The one that begins, “If you can’t stand the heat ...”

If Donald Trump can’t stand the heat of a Hotel Roanoke ballroom in July, perhaps he’s not cut out for the rigors of the campaign to come.

Maybe he ought to get out now, and go find some place to cool down.

***sarcasm alert***
Wow obviously an unbiased report.

Gee Imagine Trump actually demanding what he paid for, what a dick! What could a northerner in a three piece suit expect when going to a southern hotel in a state where it's habitually a blast furnace in the summer, decent A/C? Nah! A/C is for pussies. Why I guess Southerner's would be fine in a hotel room in the north with the temp set at 63 when it's -13 outside right? Heat it's for pussies. Suck it up.

 

[Howey]

What was the temperature in the ballroom? I complain when its hot. Maybe he's menopausal, too.

63

Until he opened his mouth.

63 is where the thermostat was set, not the temperature of the room. I can set mine at 63, but in 90 degree plus heat, no way will it get downvto 63.

This is what happens when a moron crams a room full of rabid people. Perhaps he could have held the event outside?

 

[LadyGunSlinger]

You fucking lefty losers are so damn desperate to change the narrative you fart out bloggers opinions as if they're the front page of the Washington Times. Idiot.

 

[AmericanFirst1]

A fake story from a bullshit blog? This is all you have?

You can do better fagboy.

It's the local paper, fagboy sucker.

It's a fucking blog from some loser liberal. Did you even watch the video? You call that a "meltdown"? He said he wouldn't pay the bill and said the hotel should be ashamed of themselves. Whopty shit. Only a stupid queer would over dramatize this.

Howdy is a stupid queer.

 

[Yousaidwhat]

It's howey Doo Doo time.

Everybody sing.

 

[Godboy]

WHAT A MISERABLE, WHINY BABY!!

Casey: Trump melts down in the Hotel Roanoke, literally

By Dan Casey [email protected] 981-3423

Memo to Donald Trump: It gets hot in Virginia in July, buster. Suck it up. There’s nothing you can do about that. Deal with it.

The Republican presidential nominee didn’t deal with it very well Monday afternoon at The Hotel Roanoke...

And, in the biggest room in the finest hotel in Roanoke, along with at least 1,600 chanting and cheering Trumpeteers, the candidate trained his attention-deficit-disordered thoughts on a purely apolitical topic: The room was too hot.

He whined and whined about The Hotel Roanoke’s air conditioning. No kidding.

“I think this ballroom and the people who run this hotel should be ashamed,” Trump told the crowd. “I think it’s actually cooler outside than it is in this damn ballroom.” (It wasn’t.)

He boasted there were 1,000 people standing outside on the Wells Avenue side in 104-degree heat, listening to him on loudspeakers. (There weren’t; there were at most 50, according to a city firefighter who was outside, and the temperature never hit 100.)

Perhaps jokingly, Trump suggested he wouldn’t pay the bill — after his campaign apparatus commandeered a large chunk of the hotel for most of the day. Trump’s a tough guy, see. Nobody takes advantage of him. Especially, whoever runs the thermostat.

“I feel like I’m in a sauna. I don’t know what hotel this is,” Trump went on. “You let people suffer and don’t turn on the air conditioning. This is ridiculous.”

It was ridiculous, but not in the way Trump intended. The ridiculous part was him standing there wailing about it.

He suggested the hotel turned off the AC to save money. (It didn’t. The main ballroom’s air conditioning was set at 63 degrees. “We did have it set as low as it could possibly go,” said Michael Quonce, the hotel’s public relations manager. “It was running at 99 percent efficiency.”)

Trump’s comments were chintzy, low-rent, third-rate and wholly unbecoming for a major party presidential nominee. But they are pure Trump, full of narcissistic bullying, worrying about his own comfort, picking on an entity that can’t pick back.

For the record, the hotel doors were open for two hours before he began speaking, to let in thousands of Trumpeteers (some were shunted off to an overflow ballroom). People were packed in the main ballroom like sardines. Trump was standing under stage lighting. What does he expect? You don’t get meat-locker temps under those circumstances.

And part of it was Trump’s own fault. The temps in the room probably went up 10 degrees after he opened his mouth. (OK, just kidding on that one.)

Around this country in recent weeks, cops have been assassinated in Dallas. Black men have been shot to death by police for little apparent reason. A crazy man with a gun slaughtered patrons of a gay bar in Florida.

And the Republican presidential nominee is worrying about a warm room in Western Virginia in the middle of the summer? Puh-lease. There are more important things he ought to focus his scattered thoughts on.

Presidential campaigns are long, arduous and frequently nasty. By circumstance of the calendar, part of them happen in the summer, when temperatures can get hot. The rhetoric can get hot, too.

What’s that old expression? The one that begins, “If you can’t stand the heat ...”

If Donald Trump can’t stand the heat of a Hotel Roanoke ballroom in July, perhaps he’s not cut out for the rigors of the campaign to come.

Maybe he ought to get out now, and go find some place to cool down.

"Hey, it's too hot in here." = massive melt down

 

[DigitalDrifter]

Howie, please don't post any more selfies!!!!!!