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But like a crackhead walking down the street with a VCR under his arms, Trump was just getting started.

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Whether it’s your uncle who has been sipping on Crown Royal during Thanksgiving dinner or the coked-up guy at your class reunion who won’t stop talking, you’ve seen this drunken diarrhea of the mouth before. My cousin once drank 23 Bud Lights at a cookout and repeatedly harassed a woman for a date until I had to ask him to leave. He didn’t understand why she was so offended because he knew she was single, which was true ...

Her husband had been killed in a car accident a few days before.

While that incident was cringeworthy, it was probably less disrespectful than Trump’s tweet this morning about London’s mayor, who is guiding his city through a horrific terrorist incident that happened this past weekend in which seven people lost their lives:

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That’s the president of the United States, y’all—to the mayor of the largest city of our most important ally! Trump’s tweet is the equivalent of Tony Blair calling Rudy Giuliani a “fuckboy” the day after 9/11.

But we shouldn’t be mad at Trump. His mouth might be a gaping asshole dropping Twinkie-sized turds all over the American people, but it is obvious that he has a disease. He needs help. I don’t know if he can go cold turkey, but maybe someone in the White House can go into his phone, change his Twitter settings and funnel them to a fake account before we find ourselves in World War III while Theresa May and Angela Merkel stand back giggling as they watch the nuclear destruction of our nation.

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Or perhaps Republicans can cajole him into a joint session of Congress, but when he gets there, the only people in the room should be Steve Bannon (without the Ku Klux Klan hood), Jared Kushner (probably in handcuffs by then), Vladimir Putin and Ivanka Trump. They can gather around him and let him know that he won’t be speaking because this is actually an intervention.

But before Melania Trump starts everything off with a lovely letter plagiarized from Michelle Obama, they will open the intervention with the prayer of every 12-step program:

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know we elected a tiny-fingered Twitter fiend as our president.

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God bless America.

Seriously, God, could you do something about this?