Midnight Meme Of The Day! What Should Happen With Trump's Brain After He Dies?

by Noah

I have to say that I'd love to have Traitor Don's head in a tray in my basement lab. Every evening I'd go down to the basement and maybe put a fresh leech on his tongue (The punishment fits the crimes!) and watch him try to talk. "I wonth by a loff!" "The eleththon wath thigged!" Then I'd flick some ashes from some much needed incense in that face, go upstairs, turn out the lights and leave him alone with his thoughts. I guess I could eventually leave the basement door open for the family of racoons out back.

As for what he's saying in tonight's meme, I guess he forgot to call us Marxists. I doubt he could say philatelist or knows what it means and he likely thinks calling someone a trombonist relates to a sex act he heard about from Lindsey Graham or Moscow Mitch.