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So Norway is a step up from previously mentioned shithole countries as they have actual infrastructure?
This geriatric brain-dwarf baby has no need to pop up in my feed, especially not in “europe” community. Also the article was a waste of time reading
Donny Dementia
Even funnier is the fact that way back in his first term, Trump reportedly complained in an Oval Office meeting about accepting immigrants from “shithole countries” like Haiti and places in Africa, and instead suggested the U.S. should take in more people from countries like Norway, mentioning that country in particular. He said similar words at a rally last December. To Trump, though, being snubbed for an award is enough to override his racist preferences for immigrants.
This part was a little fun, though.
But yeah, “firing back” is not the term I would use to describe Norway’s reaction.
I was really hoping we’d get something scathing from Norway, but calling it ‘firing back’ when they just said “He knows the Nobel committee is independent”? This headline isn’t just exaggerating, it’s flat-out lying.
I bet it’s the first and last thing he thinks about every day. He’s petty as fuck. It’ll occupy his mind til his dying day.
NOBEL, BIDEN, BIDEN, BIDEN, FAKE NEWS, BIDEN, BIDEN, BIDEN, NOBEL.
Shit filled diaper, throughout
Obama’s in there too.
Oh no, melanin too scary!
i wish he could be made to really know how much he is hated and vilified across the world, that people will celebrate his death
To a narcissist any attention is good attention. People hating him is just as good as people loving him.
i wish we could “kill his name”, make it so that what he did will be remembered but he as a person gets erased. Its quite obvious he is desperate to leave some mark in history, he should die in despair.
Though i’m not sure if it would lead to him trying to start a nuclear war as his last act if he truely thought he will be forgotten.
He knows what he is doing, he just don’t care. Money and power is what he wants. What I want is for is fans to realise what they are worshipping.
I wish he could suffer like he’s made others suffer. Doubt it would change his lack of empathy any.
The fact that this fucking psychopath still thinks he deserves a peace prize, is absolutely bonkers.
Oh, he sure does deserve it! Right this way, Sir, this is where the ceremony is about to start any minute now. Here’s to lasting peace! <toasts>
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Said the Shithouse country President. One of these drama as always.
Do not engage the narcissist. Starve him of your attention. Only speak to him or about him when he’s up to something truly dangerous again, and even then: talk over his head, to the adults in the room. Don’t let him flood your zone with this shit. Let him sit in his own shit and keep the airwaves clear for actual news.
Why does Trump hate other oil producing countries so much!?
Ow, Norway is a shit house
This nation is mighty-mighty, just lettin’ it all hang out
You can see why he is so jealous!
The man threatening war with neighbours and starting war in the Middle East and threatening annihilation of the nation it attacked and who supports Israel and Russia in their invasions…wants a peace prize
If there is something full of shit, it is tRump. When he opens his mouth, shit comes out. When you are around him, you smell shit from his diapers.
True. ‘The most uneducated buffoon in history stands at a podium, bloated with self-importance, lips pursed like a carnival barker ready to sell turd milk to the unsuspecting. He grins a grotesque smirk stretched across his face—as he scrawls his name onto a hollow decree, a sham celebration of the dismantling of knowledge itself. The Department of Education falls, not with a bang, but with wheezing verbs, suffocating under the weight of his own staggering ignorance. Surrounding him are the usual suspects: cowards in expensive suits, servile sycophants clapping like trained seals, and opportunistic ghouls picking clean the bones of democracy. Liars, fools, and thieves all parasites fattening themselves on the hardships of the many. They stand in rigid formation, dead-eyed and soulless, their allegiance sworn not to country, not to principle, but to power, and the dark, festering rot that clings to it. And there he is the convicted wrong, the living embodiment of septic tank spew, his voice a noxious fog of grift and grievance. He lectures the world on right and wrong, irony clawing at the walls, desperate to escape the grotesque theatre of his moral void. The stomach turns, the air curdles, and for a moment, history itself recoils watching, in horror, as the great American experiment teeters on the precipice, led by a man who could not spell “precipice” if his life depended on it.’
