Trumped!

If only I could puke all over that creepy maggot mind Junior Trump punk!  It would more than make my day.  Which Trump punk you may ask?  Doesn’t matter, in my book, they’re both brats.  Hey, better yet, have Junior and his brother side by side so one of them would end up as collateral damage.  What a fitting life’s moment that would be, eh?  

First off, I’m not particularly a Bruce Springsteen fan, but I do admire his work ethic.  He’s put more sweat and energy into one concert than those Trump numbnuts have exhumed in their entire lives.  I had only been to one Rock concert in my whole life which was the Monterey International Pop Festival back in June of ‘67.  I was a 20-year old Airman 2nd class stationed at Edwards AFB in California and talked five buddies into a week-end road trip.  Six of us piled into a ‘56 Chevy and headed off on a 300 mile journey of a lifetime, but that’s a story for another time.  Now we fast forward 49 years and I’m visiting my daughter out in Pittsburgh when a friend of hers suggests we go up to Penn State to see “The Boss” in concert.  I had no plans to ever see another concert as the only one that could top Monterey would be Woodstock, which the six of us were going to attend, except the government had other plans and sent us in the opposite direction.  Her buddy was a “Steener” and said they give away tickets at his concerts outside the arena so we went.  Funny thing was that my daughter and I scored on freebies, but her friend didn’t.  And yes, it was a 3 hour show and the E Street Band put their entire heart and soul into that production, two items the Trump brats don’t possess.

Okay, so what do all these Bruce Bytes have to do with Trump Junior?  I’m glad you asked?  On November 24th, the Boss was riding his 2-wheel Triumph in the Sandy Hook area of New Jersey when he was pulled over by the authorities on account of his weaving pattern.  They gave him a sobriety test and his alcohol count was 0.02, well below the 0.08 limit.  He admitted to having a couple of “bumps” with some fans back at the Park.  Anyway, he was assessed a $540.00 DWI charge and pleaded guilty to consuming alcohol in a federal park.  On February 24th, the case went before a U.S. Magistrate Judge and on account of only a 0.02 alcohol reading, the government dismissed the DWI charge.  The Court was impressed with his stellar driving record, however, Donny, Jr. tweeted that he wasn’t impressed at all calling it “Liberal Privilege” and not agreeing with the verdict.  Okay Sonny Boy, let’s check out “thee with no sin” as it’s time for a Google Look.  Hey Google, has Donald Trump, Jr. ever been charged with intoxication?  Google says:  Donald Trump, Jr.’s arrest record for “Public Intoxication” is now public.  Whoa!  Looks like we have some dirt here that’s been under wraps for awhile.  Let’s check it out!  Wow!  This is a long drawn out article so I will touch on just a few points: Arrested; Donald Trump, Jr.; 23 years old; Feb 25, 2001; New Orleans; Public Intoxication; 6:15 a.m.; Hillary Street (tee hee); 6:15 a.m.; booked at 9:33 a.m.; spent 11 hours in jail before released on $300.00 bond; case dropped for unknown reason.  Comparatively, this makes Bruce look like an altar boy.  To top it off, Junior raises questions of the Biden clan and their propensity to use their power to avoid arrest.  Sorry Junior, but you need to know that you’ve been trumped, your Dad wrote the book!  Stay tuned…..!


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