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		Senile Old SLEEPY Man Trump
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		<a href="https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1191/senile-old-sleepy-man-trump/"><img src="https://www.myvideotime.com/contents/videos_screenshots/1000/1191/320x180/1.jpg" border="0"><br>“Hello American MAGA cum-guzzling patriots and limp-dicked liberals, YOUR glorious President Grandpa Diaper Don is turning the White House into the world’s most expensive fucking hospice ward! No SHIT! This orange, spray-tanned sack of expired Viagra and regret is falling asleep faster than a $20 hooker on her knees in a Mar-a-Lago bathroom stall….

The man can’t stay awake for shit. Cabinet meeting? Boom—chin hits chest, mouth wide open like he’s trying to catch flies with his dentures, snoring loud enough to wake the ghosts of dead presidents. He’s drooling more than a dementia patient at an all-you-can-eat buffet. They call it ‘micro-naps.’ I call it ‘the final brain cells waving the white flag while his asshole clenches in confusion.’

This walking corpse shuffles around the Oval like his hips are held together by rusty coat hangers and dried jizz. Every step sounds like a bowl of Rice Krispies fucking in a garbage bag—snap, crackle, pop, followed by the wet fart of his Depends shifting. His balls are probably dragging on the floor like two deflated whoopee cushions full of cottage cheese. You just know when he stands up too fast the whole room gets hit with that old man musk: Bengay, ass sweat, and the faint ghost of hooker perfume from 1998….

Brain’s cooked, folks. Straight-up scrambled like eggs left in a Tijuana whorehouse microwave. Dude starts talking about “tremendous” deals and suddenly he’s ranting about windmills causing cancer while his eyes roll back like he’s mid-stroke from the ghost of Epstein’s island. Teleprompter doing all the heavy lifting while Trump’s upstairs neurons are playing bingo in a nursing home. They’ve got doctors pumping him full of so much experimental shit his blood type is now “Red Bull and regret.” Cortisol lower than a rent boy’s self-worth, testosterone count somewhere between ‘geriatric snail’ and ‘impotent sea cucumber.’

Every time he yawns during a briefing, the whole staff panics. Is it the AIDS from all those Eastern European cum dumpsters? The brain cancer eating his last two functioning cells? Or just the cumulative effect of decades of snorting lines off strippers’ asses while screaming about fake news? Who the fuck knows anymore—this presidency runs on pure copium, Adderall, and whatever black-market stem cells they’re smuggling in from Colombia.
Visually the man is a goddamn horror show. Face looks like a melted pumpkin that got fucked by a lawnmower. Spray tan cracking like a dried-up riverbed, hair defying gravity like it’s trying to escape the sinking ship, and that permanent duck-lip scowl like he’s mid-shit and the turtle’s stuck halfway out. He sweats like a whore in church during a light breeze, puddles forming under his chair while aides frantically dab his forehead before the orange runs into his eyes and blinds the poor bastard.
They prop this fossil up like Weekend at Bernie’s on bath salts. Secret Service holding him vertical, handlers moving his jaw, feeding him lines while his asshole probably fell out years ago and they just duct-taped it back in. The nuclear football? More like the Depends football at this point. One wrong move and we’re all getting showered in presidential piss and dementia-fueled ramblings about how China is stealing our toilet paper.
This is peak American decline, baby—electing a bloated, nap-addicted, hooker-worn-out meatsuit who treats the most powerful job on Earth like it’s an extremely expensive recliner with a built-in catheter. He’s not running the country, he’s just trying not to shit himself on live television while his brain slowly leaks out his ears…

Sleep well, Donny Boy. Keep those crusty old eyes closed as long as you want. The rest of us are wide awake watching this geriatric shitshow circle the drain in the loudest, orange-est, most fucked-up way possible….

God bless the United States of senile fucking chaos.”




Stateless Warrior</a>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 05:33:03 CDT</pubDate>
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		Senile Wannabe King Trump
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		<a href="https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1147/senile-wannabe-king-trump/"><img src="https://www.myvideotime.com/contents/videos_screenshots/1000/1147/320x180/1.jpg" border="0"><br>Trump’s “Spectacular” Bombing of Iran:

“ The Art of the Deal… with Bunker Busters”



Oh, look at that — the King Con himself, back in the White House, spray-tanned, rage-tweeting, and finally living his lifelong dream: playing real-life Risk with actual countries while the rest of us pay the credit card bill for the explosions. Donald J. Trump, the man who once called military service for bone spurs “not my thing,” has now graduated to “Operation Midnight Hammer 2:” Electric Boogaloo — his glorious, “completely and totally obliterated” bombing campaign against Iran…

“And let me tell you, it was yuge! Tremendous!  The best bombing anyone’s ever seen! Nobody bombs better than me Trump, believe me — said the Conman who duped suckers to get in again and again!”

The Build-Up: From “No New Wars” to “Let’s Nuke the Power Plants, Folks”

Remember when Trump campaigned on ending endless wars? Adorable…. That was before he realized wars make for killer Truth Social content and give him something to brag about between golf swings cause in the Golf Course and off it, Trump
is a Basic Limp Dick V 1.0! 

Fast-forward to 2025-2026: after already “obliterating” Iran’s nuclear sites at Fordow, Natanz, and Esfahan (which he said were turned into parking lots smoother than Mar-a-Lago’s driveway), Trump decided the mullahs needed another lesson…

This time it was personal cause Barron’s Oul Stocks were tanking so the Slovenian accented Giraffe of a fuckin bastard, was sobbing to his Pops; “why papa, why?” And on top of that, l Iran had the audacity to close the Strait of Hormuz — that narrow little waterway where a fifth of the world’s oil likes to party and turned it into a pidgins asshole because when you pray in a rug, you get extra blood flow up there and your marbles turn you into Chat-GO FUCKIN MULLAH “T!” Try it… Just don’t bend over in a Gay club cause they’ll think your asshole for business — ahem!

Trump, ever the master senile fuckin brat negotiator, responded the only way he knows how: by threatening to bomb Iran “back to the Stone Age,” take out “every bridge,” “every power plant,” and basically turn the entire country into a smoking ashtray in “one night.” He even dropped an F-bomb on Truth Social for emphasis: “Open the F***in’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell – JUST WATCH!” That confused Iranians cause they thought HE was Lucifer and USA was Hell so they all started calling Canadian fucks to see who Americans really are and realized Trump was just a senile old fuck from Floriduh!

Then Trump set deadlines like a reality TV producer on coke — “by Tuesday 8pm or else!” — then extended them, suspended them, and bragged about B-52’s already in the air while simultaneously claiming he was the greatest peacemaker since… well, himself in 2020 when he didn’t start this particular war.

The Big Beautiful Bombs: “We Obliterated Them!” For the first time in his fuckin life, Trump didn’t need the Grammuh loop he inherited to find his dick with Melanie’s Tweezers… Donnie had his first erection without hookers suckin his Mushroom like a reverse vacuum and giftin Donnie another STD that causes bruising he now blames Tylenol for…

When the strikes finally came (multiple rounds, because one “spectacular success” is never enough for this guy), Trump went full Art of the Deal on the American public… In a four-minute address that somehow managed to mention himself more times than the actual military, he declared victory before the smoke even cleared:

“Iran’s key nuclear enrichment facilities have been completely and totally obliterated. It was a spectacular military success. Nobody does precision like us. The fake news will say it was messy, but trust me — beautiful, perfect strikes.”

Pentagon assessments quietly admitted the nuclear program was only set back a couple of years but feared being terminated and their pension fucked with cause they learned from Oete Hegseth’s downgrading Arizona Senator Kelly’s so they just shut the fuck up! Iranian officials said the damage was severe but… you know, they would say that. Trump’s version? Total annihilation! The facilities were so obliterated they probably filed for Chapter 11 in the afterlife… 

Then came the oil hub strikes…. Karaj Island — 90% of Iran’s oil exports — got the Trump special: big, beautiful bombs turning export terminals into modern art installations titled “Why You Don’t Mess With The FEDERAL G-FAG MAFIA Don!” He called it one of the most powerful raids in Middle East history. Historians are still debating whether it tops the time he tweeted about Soleimani in 2020…

Casualties? Trump didn’t dwell on those… A few American troops here, scores of Iranian civilians there, some schools and civilian buildings caught in the crossfire because, hey, war is hell and Trump’s attention span is shorter than his Mushroom shaped Penis… But don’t worry — he blessed the Middle East, Israel, and America on live TV so Lucifer, Trump’s real father must have felt so honored….

The Cruel Comedy Gold HERE?

“Deadlines, F-Bombs, and Last-Second Ceasefires!”

The funniest (and most pathetic) part? Trump spent days hyping the apocalypse. “A whole civilization will die tonight!” he warned… Bridges gone by midnight. Power plants burning like his steaks at Mar-a-Lago. Iran could be “taken out in one night.” He had plans, folks. Four-hour blitzes. The military was allegedly disappointed when peace threatened to break out too soon.

Then, literally less than two hours before his doomsday deadline, Iran supposedly agreed to reopen the Strait (or at least pretended to long enough for Trump to save face). Suddenly the big bad bomber became the generous peacemaker:

“We have already met and exceeded all Military objectives… I have agreed to suspend the bombing and attack of Iran for a period of two weeks.”

Two weeks. His favorite number. Enough time to golf, post memes, and threaten round three if they sneeze wrong. It was like watching a schoolyard bully wind up for a punch, then pretend he was just stretching when the teacher walked by.
The same guy who once dodged the draft now plays armchair general, micromanaging strikes from the Situation Room while wearing a tie longer than his attention to actual strategy. His cabinet — Vance, Rubio, Hegseth — nodding along like it’s the greatest show on Earth. Meanwhile, the rest of the world watches in horror as the U.S. flirts with war crimes by openly threatening civilian infrastructure. Power plants? Bridges? That’s not precision bombing; that’s collective punishment with extra cheese….

King Con’s Greatest Hit: “Turning Bombs into Bragging Rights
This is peak Trump!”

He took a serious geopolitical crisis — nuclear ambitions, regional chaos, oil markets freaking out — and turned it into his personal infomercial. “I alone can fix it… by blowing it up first, then claiming I fixed it.”

The body count becomes “necessary.” The escalation becomes “strength.” The backpedaling from total annihilation to a two-week timeout becomes “brilliant deal-making.” And his cult followers cheer because orange man bombed the bad guys, even if it risks wider war, higher gas prices, and more dead kids on both sides.
Meanwhile, the real winners? Defense contractors getting fat contracts, Trump’s poll numbers among hawks, and late-night comedians who don’t even need to write jokes anymore.
Iran? Set back, angry, probably rebuilding in the shadows. The Middle East? More unstable than Trump’s hair in a wind tunnel. America? Stuck with the bill and the blowback.

But hey — at least he got to say “obliterated” a bunch of times on TV. That’s worth a few trillion and some international condemnation, right?

Trump’s bombing of Iran wasn’t strategy…. It was performance art by a con artist who discovered that real bombs make even better soundbites than fake walls. He threatened to end a civilization, then suspended it like a bad Netflix subscription when the ratings dipped….

In the end, it’s the same old grift: big promises, loud threats, messy reality, and Trump walking away claiming total victory while everyone else cleans up the rubble…

God help thise who have to live with the consequences of this idiots Presidency! And God save all from presidents who treat foreign policy like an episode of The Apprentice — “You’re fired… with missiles!”

If this is “making America great again,” I’d hate to see what failure looks like… Probably involves even more F-bombs and fewer guardrails….

Stay safe out there People! The King Con is still on the throne, and his favorite toy is the “red button!”


Stateless Warrior</a>
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