Jeff Tiedrich - President Rottinghands McCankles declares himself to be in perfect health

how much of this bullshit do they expect us to swallow?

let’s talk about the unhealthiest diaperload ever to crap himself silly in the Oval Bordello.

we’ve all seen his blackened hands. yeesh. they look like someone’s been going at them night and day with a meat tenderizing mallet. we’ve all seen him teetering unsteadily, unable to walk a simple straight line. his horrifically bloated ankles look like two about-to-burst balloons. he can barely keep his beady little pig-eyes open in the middle of the day. what’s left of his liquifying brain is in cognitive free-fall. and what the fuck even is that thing on his neck?

so of course, after this rotting meatsack of pathologies has his third ‘annual’ check-up in thirteen months at Walter Reed, what does Preznit Fuckwit do? he once again declares himself to be the perfect picture of health — a picture of health like few thought possible. maybe the perfectest picture ever.

https://www.jefftiedrich.com/p/president-rottinghands-mccankles