WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THIS

WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THIS

Uhhh, that he has to decide on who to pick for his cabinet and other Presidential ly appointed positions.

Forgive the superfluous space, please. Typing on my phone.

he needs to get trey gowdy in as attorney general

National Secretary: Milo Yannopopopollis
Blowjobs Manager: Parah Sailin
PR Manager: Ben Garrison

man i love new york

You want forgiveness? You shall receive none. How dare you! You had the sole responsibility to ensure that your post was grammatically correct and free of errors before posting, but did you? No. You're too important for that aren't you. Big man huh? You think your self serving right to just include superfluous spaces anywhere you please is your constitutional right. Well things are going to be different under Trump believe me. Your days of egregious spacing are numbered son.

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>Blowjobs Manager
>not Milo

rounding up the muslims and fags and putting them into camps obviously

He needs to go meet with the Koch Brothers so they can tell him who the members of his cabinet are.

i wonder if hell make hillary his presidential ass wiper.

>PR Manager: Ben Garrison

MAKE IT HAPPEN

Trump and his cabinet will be like the bullies on the Simpsons

Spin Doctor: Persuasion man

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Ahh the salt is so satisfying.

Why are you so hostile.

Does the thrill of anonymously attacking strangers over the internet get your chode to tickle? Perhaps you should consider paying attention to your overdue bar tab. Oh wait im going to guess you dont leave that crusty old basement you call your home. Perhaps if you took one moment, one day, nay, one passing second to think about your situation in life you would realize that in the end nothing is worth while and that the most you can do to positively impact this world and all other worlds in the known universe is to finally, FINALLY, itch that scratch in the back of your mind. The thought you dare not acknowledge lest you finally man up the cojones, balls for your impoverished foolhardy ass, to FINALLY take that power cord, sticky and grimy with caked on layers of doritos crumbs, sweat, and semen. A frothy, disgusting mixture of bodily waste that so accurately sums up who and what you and your lifestyle represent: Absolute scum. Not one more second should pass where you continue to contribute to the enthropic heat death of known reality. Take that power cable. Take that disgusting mound of semen, rubber, and disgusting food particles. Take it. Take all 8 feet of it from the very wall in which its plugged to the half dismantled box that you use to type this message to me. Take it, and finally, FINALLY, itch that scratch. Tie it as tight as you can around your neck, make sure that one end is securely fastened to the ceiling, and take that final plunge. That final step off your bent and mangled chair, the unfortunate piece of plastic used to carry your morbidly obese welfare person. Take that final step. Take that final step into the halls of darness and obscurity. Do it. Kill yourself. For the good of all mankind you mother fucking piece of shit.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE MEANT, I CANT READ EITHER

Imagine Vegeta Cruz beinf Supreme Court Justice.

Is there a version without Milo? This attention whore ruins the picture for me.

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Jesus Christ, he can barely speak properly.

he means Ron Paul will be Treasury

Sarah Palin for Secretary of State. Kenny Rogers for Secretary of Defense

He is handing over the reigns to (((them))).

T. Buttmad American

>hey Milo, shouldn't you be the one in charge of BJs?
>nah, I only like niggers
>oh ok, then I guess you can be national secretary