There is a reason why Trump-lovers advise him to NOT speak to that sneaky media that seem to manage to corner the Donald in his constant lies and half truths about his policies.
This morning's news conference will undoubtedly offer us various sound bites from Trump which he will later have to walk back and, of course, accuse the media outlets of misinterpreting what he meant (like Trump's mocking of that reporter's disability.)
I've always believed that, ultimately, the very best way to show the world what a clown Trump really is, boils down to have him talk directly in front of a camera, having to address questions, without the background love fest of his mindless acolytes.
Have some popcorn ready folks.....
Deporting illegals and restricting immigration will reduce supply of labor leading to higher cost, ie wages.
What part of that do you disagree with or dislike?
The left doesn't want to do anything about illegal immigration, yet the get all indignant when a business hires them. They came here to work, to better their lives and the left wants them here and doesn't want them to work? They also claim that illegal aliens do not vote, do not get any assistance. So if they can't work, they can't get assistance how the heck are they bettering themselves? If you can't better yourself then they would go back to Mexico which isn't happening.
The Right wants to make bread from the blood of first generation immigrants......and then it wants to oblige them to make more babies, so the Right can steal THEIR blood too...
Hey...I think I'm getting the hang of this.
There Once Lived A Nonconforming Sparrow. When Winter Came, He Didn't Want To Fly South With The Rest Of The Birds.
There once lived a nonconforming sparrow. When winter came, he didn't
want to fly South with the rest of the birds. Finally, though, it got
so cold that he reluctantly started flying South. After a short while,
ice started forming on his wings and he fell to the Earth. Shortly, a
rather large cow came by and crapped on the little sparrow. The
sparrow thought this was surely the end. But, the warm shit actually
started to warm him up. After a while, he was warm, content, and he
could breath easily. He was so overjoyed that he started singing at
the top of his lungs. A cat wandering by heard the noise and decided
to investigate. He found the bird in the pile of shit, dug him out,
and promptly ate him.
The moral of the story is:
1) Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2) Everyone who digs you out of the shit is not necessarily your
friend.
3) If you are warm and contented in a pile of shit, keep your mouth
Har, har, har. I used to have a big belly, but it's all behind me now.