Does anyone actually know what she is going on about when she talks? Word... salad... that's what they call it, that's what it is, when no one knows what you're talking about. She loves a word salad. Probably a few too many glasses of wine too. You noticed that? Always slurring a little bit like she had too many at lunch. It's impossible not to notice with how much she talks. The things that come out of her mouth! "The future is the past is a thing from the mind" or whatever... she just goes on and on, rambling like a crazy person, you know? KaBlahBlah. That's what I call her. Because it's all word salad... blah blah blah blah blah.
Hoping the fines from the inevitable felony settlements don't affect my 1982 invoice for redoing the grouting where we had to cut the tiles to fit new gold toilets in Trump Tower.
when I get back into the Chairmanship, folks, we're finally doing it, we're getting rid of landlords- you got a landlord? NOOOOT anymore, it's going to be the People's revolution, like nobody ever before, believe me
"Cuckoo for Coconuts Kamala" is about the most Trumpish one I can come up with, but that's probably more syllables than his scrambled brain can process ever since the unconventional ear piercing incident
Edit: And it assumes that anyone over on the Code Red MAGA side has heard the coconut tree meme