fucker can't even stand still. he bobs, swirls, touches his head breathes out loud

[demtenjeep]

pouts looks like he is reading every ones notes


gulps for air


he ain't right

[dewsgirl]

1. He's like a child that can't be patient.

[dchill]

2. Who? Pence? Barr? Birx?

Could be anybody...

[malaise]

3. It's always the Con

like a fucking four year old

[dchill]

5. I know.I just detest them ALL.

[VMA131Marine]

4. He cannot stand not being the center of attention!

[dchill]

7. Donald Trump - Attention Drain.

[VMA131Marine]

9. Attention Black Hole

He soaks it up but nothing ever comes out.

[BigmanPigman]

6. tRump's Dementia Symptoms list.....

https://www.democraticunderground.com/100213142146

[ProudMNDemocrat]

8. Trump looks downright GRUMPY..

Look at the expression on his face.

[machoneman]

10. The 15 day thing will be his Waterloo. He will not await the end of this short period....

...to allow his health experts to assess if more, not less, quarantine time is needed. He's so impatient as every day kills his chances for re-election and he knows it!

Hey, why wait for the expert's opinion when you're a stable genius????

[demtenjeep]

12. what was that story or poem? Onward toward the light brigade

I can't seem to remember it all.



where he orders his soldiers onward even though he knew they would all die

[tblue37]

13. Tennyson, "The Charge of the Light Brigade."

The Charge of the Light Brigade
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSOn

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

[demtenjeep]

14. yes

thank you

[procon]

11. He looks like someone on drugs.

The rocking, twisting body movements, the facial grimacing and extreme expressions, the constant hand movements. He looks like any other new resident attending an orientation meeting at a state sponsored drug intervention facility as part of his sentencing.