#groper in chief

[yourreddancer]

Colbert names for Drumpf

Adolf Twitler

Agent Orange 

Al Caporn

The Angry Creamsicle

Barbecued Brutus

Been-A-Dick Donald

The Big Lie-bowski

Boss Tweet

Bratman

Cadet Bone Spurs

Cheeto Benito

Chunk Norris

Clownigula

Combover Caligula

Con Juan

Creamsicle Stalin

Creep Throat

The Count of Mostly Crisco

Darth Hater

Dick a l'orange

Donald Chump

Dolt 45

Don Con Jovi

Donnie Bratso

Donny Crappleseed

Donorrhea

Draft Dodger Don

Dumbelldore

El Crappy Tan

Fiberace

Flabba Dabba Doo

Floridian Flag Fondler

Flounder in Chief

Fluorescent Tangerine Imbecile

Forrest Dump

Fraudfather

Fraud Flintstone

The Fraud of Fifth Avenue

Gaseous Clay

Genghis Can’t

Genghis Con

Girth Vader

The Godfarter

Goldman Sucks 

Groper Cleveland

The Great White Dope

Hair Furher

Jabba the Gut

King Leer  

Let One Rip Van Winkle

Lex Loser

The Lone DeRanger

Lord Feltersnatch

LyinKing

Mallomar Gaddafi

Mango Mussolini

Mango Unchained

A Man For All Treasons

The Man of Steal

Mayor McTreason

Micropenis Maniac

Mopey Prick

Napoleon Bonerpill

Nectarine Nero

Not My POTUS

Notorious B.I.G.O.T.

Oaf of Office

Old Wack Donald

Old Yeller

Orange Cone of Treason

Otto Von Skidmark

Pillsbury Duh Boy

Prima Donald

Putin’s Pawn

Quarter Flounder

Resident of Maragulago

Resident of Maralardo

Schmuck a l’orange

Scooby Coup

Shitler

Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist

Stonewall Jackass

Tangerine Latrine

Tangerine Turd

Tangerine Twitler

The Talking Yam

Traitor Tot

Trumplethinskin

The Turd Reich

Voldemoron

Winnie the Coup

Walker, Taxes Evader

White Pride Pied Piper

The Wrath of Con

[satzy]

Traitor in Chief, Groper in Chief, the Orange Chief, the Golden Shower Chief... so many titles to choose from.

[yourreddancer]

Adolf Twitler

Agent Orange 

Al Caporn

The Angry Creamsicle

Barbecued Brutus

Been-A-Dick Donald

The Big Lie-bowski

Boss Tweet

Bratman

Cadet Bone Spurs

Cheeto Benito

Chunk Norris

Clownigula

Combover Caligula

Con Juan

Convict In Chief

Creamsicle Stalin

Creep Throat

The Count of Mostly Crisco

Darth Hater

Dick a l'orange

Donald Chump

Dolt 45

Don Con Jovi

Donnie Bratso

Donny Crappleseed

Donorrhea

Draft Dodger Don

Dumbelldore

El Crappy Tan

Fiberace

Flabba Dabba Doo

Floridian Flag Fondler

Flounder in Chief

Fluorescent Tangerine Imbecile

Forrest Dump

Fraudfather

Fraud Flintstone

The Fraud of Fifth Avenue

Gaseous Clay

Genghis Can’t

Genghis Con

Girth Vader

The Godfarter

Goldman Sucks 

Groper Cleveland

The Great White Dope

Hair Fuerher

Jabba the Gut

King Leer  

Let One Rip Van Winkle

Lex Loser

The Lone DeRanger

Lord Feltersnatch

LyinKing

Mallomar Gaddafi

Mango Mussolini

Mango Unchained

A Man For All Treasons

The Man of Steal

Mayor McTreason

Micropenis Maniac

Mopey Prick

Napoleon Bonerpill

Nectarine Nero

Not My POTUS

Notorious B.I.G.O.T.

Oaf of Office

Old Wack Donald

Old Yeller

Orange Cone of Treason

Otto Von Skidmark

Pillsbury Duh Boy

Prima Donald

Putin’s Pawn

Quarter Flounder

Resident of Maragulago

Resident of Maralardo

Schmuck a l’orange

Scooby Coup

Shitler

Skeevy Ray Vaughan

Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist

Stonewall Jackass

Tangerine Latrine

Tangerine Turd

Tangerine Twitler

The Talking Yam

Traitor Tot

Trumplethinskin

The Turd Reich

Voldemoron

Winnie the Coup

Walker, Taxes Evader

White Pride Pied Piper

The Wrath of Con

 

 

Don Whoreleone

Napoleon Bone-Aspur

R. Smelly

Fiberace

Commander-In-Thief

Nostra-Dumbass

El Pork-Choppo

MAGA Theresa

All Caps-Tain Kangaroo

Rip One Van Winkle

Count Flatula

Founding Farter

Farty-Five

Teddy Dozevelt

Gaseous Clay

Dopey McGropey

Lepre-Con Man

Al Ca-Porn

Julius Squeezer

The Shart of the Deal

His Flatulency

Mayor McCutTheCheese

Groper Cleveland

Sleepy Don-Zales

Nelson Tandela

Burger Jean King

Donny Nappleseed

Liger Woods

Unhappy Gilmore

Greedy McGolfy

Yabba Dabba Doofus

His MAGA-Sty

Genghis Don

Donnie D Cups

Donye West

Donald Duck the Draft

Kim Don Un

The Notorious P.I.G.

Hair Mussolini

Con-Mander-In-Chief

Phony Soprano

Fattyshack

The Ayatollah Complaini

Presidementia

Stable McGenius

The Tanchurian Candidate

Orange Baby Jesus

Refrigerator Perry Mason

Off-Whitey Bulger

Tannibal Lecter

The Not-So-Great Pumpkin

Carrot Bottom

Scammy Davis Jr.

Rich Little Hands

Donnie Cochran

The MAGA-Lorian

Vladimir Gluten

HippoPOTUS

Darth Tax Evader

Our Fondling Father

Maroon 45

The Legend of Bragger Vance

Mar-a-Cloggo

The Tan of La Mancha

Butch Casserole

Trumpelstiltskin

MAGATHA Christie

Grab-Ass Grandpa

Orange Julius Caesar

Hungry Hungry Hypocrite

Dictator Tot

Quid Pro Combover

The Lock-Her-Up-Ness Monster

General Lie-Senhower

Alexander Scamilton

Yelvis

Jabba The Pizza Hut

and Pumpkin McPornhumper

Tangerine Tariff Twat

[danflintdesign]

old news, my neighbor was pretty political active...

[zesty-mordant]

“Appropriate alternatives include;

Criminal

Rapist

Nazi

Villain

Dictator

Crook

Mango Mussolini

Perpetrator

Perpetraitor

Narcissist

Don Whoreleon

Napoleon Bone-Aspur

R. Smelly

Fiberace

Commander-In-Thief

Nostra-Dumbass

El Pork-Choppo

MAGA Theresa

All Caps-Tain Kangaroo

Rip One Van Winkle

Count Flatula

Founding Farter

Farty-Five

Teddy Dozevelt

Gaseous Clay

Dopey McGropey

Lepre-Con Man

Al Ca-Porn

Julius Squeezer

The Shart of the Deal

His Flatulency

Mayor McCutTheCheese

Groper Cleveland

Sleepy Don-Zales

Nelson Tandela

Burger Jean King

Donny Nappleseed

Unhappy Gilmore

Greedy McGolfy

Yabba Dabba Doofus

His MAGA-Sty

Genghis Don

Donnie D Cups

Donye West

Liger Woods

Donald Duck the Draft

Kim Don Un

The Notorious P.I.G.

Hair Mussolini

Con-Mander-In-Chief

Phony Soprano

Fattyshack

The Ayatollah Complaini

Presidementia

Stable McGenius

The Tanchurian Candidate

Orange Baby Jesus

Refrigerator Perry Mason

Off-Whitey Bulger

Tannibal Lecter

The Not-So-Great Pumpkin

Carrot Bottom

Scammy Davis Jr.

Rich Little Hands

Donnie Cochran

The MAGA-Lorian

Vladimir Gluten

HippoPOTUS

Darth Tax Evader

Our Fondling Father

Maroon 45

The Legend of Bragger Vance

Mar-a-Cloggo

The Tan of La Mancha

Butch Casserole

Trumpelstiltskin

MAGATHA Christie

Grab-Ass Grandpa

Orange Julius Caesar

Hungry Hungry Hypocrite

Dictator Tot

Quid Pro Combover

The Lock-Her-Up-Ness Monster

General Lie-Senhower

Alexander Scamilton”

[chiseler]

“You think I’m the only one in this town who doesn’t like people?”

Following the JFK assassination, and especially after Charles Whitman climbed the Texas Tower in August of 1966, shooting and killing 14 strangers over the course of a lazy afternoon, lone mad snipers became an easy thriller standby. Targets, The Day of the Jackal, Two Minute Warning and dozens of other films since the late ‘60s have focused on a man, a rifle, and a perch. While snipers weren’t unknown to Hollywood prior to 1963 (Suddenly, Murder by Contract—even The Manchurian Candidate was in production before the assassination), they focused almost exclusively on gunmen with a purpose, paid assassins who were after a single, specific target, a politician or a mob hit. 1952’s The Sniper was not only one of the earliest films centered around an urban sniper, but remained an exception, really until the moment Whitman began pulling the trigger.

While on the surface The Sniper is a standard, straightforward police procedural about the hunt for a killer, what made it different was that the killer in question was a presumably unbalanced presumed vet who was killing random brunettes around San Francisco with a high-powered Army-issue carbine rifle. What also made the film different for the era was its focus on the psychology (some boilerplate Freudian hoo-hah) driving the killing spree. But beyond even all that, deep down it’s a profoundly strange picture disguised, for all its groundbreaking elements, as any other B thriller.

But let me back up here a second and come at this from a different angle.

In 1945, like so many intellectuals and Hollywood types (and when was the last time those two appeared in the same sentence?), director Edward Dmytryk began his little flirtation with the Communist Party. A few years later, like so many others, he found himself dragged in front of HUAC where he was  asked to name names. When he refused, he was thrown in stir along with the rest of the Hollywood Ten on charges of contempt of Congress.

After a few months in prison, though, Dmytryk had a change of heart and called his lawyer. In 1951 he was released from prison, appeared before HUAC again, but this time in a far more cooperative mood, providing interrogators not only with 26 names, but also detailing how he’d been pressured to slip subliminal Commie messages into pictures like Crossfire. After this, having lost his martyrdom and no longer beloved of Hollywood’s Communist community, Dmytryk found himself  just as effectively blacklisted as he had been before. So he moved to England and teamed up with producer Stanley Kramer, who would put him back to work for the next several years.  

This is not the place to discuss Dmytryk’s politics, his justification or damnation, to pass self-righteous judgments long after the fact. But it is interesting to consider the first film made by a man fresh out of prison would be a message film about a rogue gunman picking off Californian brunettes, and one has to wonder if his time behind bars in any way influenced the film’s opening crawl.

Written by a powerhouse trio at the time (script by Harry Brown from a story by Edna and Edward Anhalt), The Sniper opens by informing us that present-day laws and law enforcement were useless when it came to dealing with sex crimes, and that the story we were about to see concerned a man “whose enemy was womankind.”  

In the film’s first few seconds we meet the man in question, Eddie Miller, and it’s clear he’s teetering on the edge of something bad. Arthur Franz hadn’t yet established himself as a genre stalwart, playing rational, low-key, friendly sorts in the likes of Invaders from Mars and Monster on the Campus, and here turns in a remarkable performance as a believable psychopath. He never goes over the top and bug-eyed, instead playing Eddie as a tightly wound but always self controlled young man who may get occasionally twitchy and sweaty but always remains nearly emotionless.    

A former mental patient who is well aware that things are going wrong in his head again, Eddie does what he can to get himself committed, but no one’s cooperating. In fact seen through Eddie’s eyes, the entire world is simply one slap, one humiliation after another. To some of us anyway, he’s an extremely sympathetic character.  

Marie Windsor

Although later in the film the police come to the conclusion that he must be an ex-soldier, we are never given any proof of this apart from his weapon of choice. It doesn’t matter—now he drives a delivery truck for a laundry service. One of the regular customers along his route  is attractive young  nightclub pianist Jean Darr (Marie Windsor), who appears to be one of the few people, and certainly the only woman, who’s nice to him. So when what he believes to be a seduction turns out to be, well, not only not a seduction but  ends with Jean treating him like any other errand boy, he snaps. It’s the only scene in the film in which his face reveals any emotion at all apart from confusion or cold boredom. That night he waits on a rooftop across from the bar where she works and shoots her as she heads home.

Enter the police, which adds another layer onto the external story behind the film. As Det. Kafka (if there is any significance to that name it’s never made clear), Adolphe Menjou, is also playing against future type as a gruff, less than suave, and mostly hapless cop. A few years prior to the film, Menjou was known as one of the fiercest defenders of HUAC in the business, which of course made his pairing with Dmytryk here a potentially disastrous one. By all accounts, however, it was a perfectly amicable working relationship, so much so that Dmytryk would use him again in a few of his subsequent films . But that’s irrelevant, too.

As more seemingly random dark haired young women are being picked off around the city (which in spite of all the location shooting is never identified as San Francisco), the police bring in criminal psychologist Dr. Kent (Richard Kiley) to work out a profile. With precious little evidence, the doctor jumps to the remarkable conclusion that these are in fact sexually motivated shootings. And that leads to the first head-scratching scene of the film.

Taking Dr. Kent’s very broad conclusion at face value, the cops round up every pervert in town for a line-up. Now, given that there have been no witnesses who saw the shooter, a line-up is pointless. Perhaps the cops realize this, which explains why the chief interrogator (sitting at a table in front of an auditorium full of officers) runs the line-up like a routine from an old Bob Hope special, introducing and dismissing the peeping toms, gropers, and rapists with well-prepared one-liners.  To a schlub who writes obscene mash notes to strangers he begins, “So, Bob, they say the pen is mightier than the sword...”

It’s an oddball comic scene completely out of step with the rest of the film, and a scene that makes no sense within the context of a serious police drama. It’s darkly  funny, yes (especially considering that we’re dealing with convicted sex offenders as the butt of bad jokes), and had the rest of the film been handled in this tone, well, it would have been a very different picture. As it stands it’s merely jarring and leaves viewers wondering what the hell it’s doing there. Personally I can’t recall another cutaway even remotely close to this in  any other Dmytryk picture. Logically enough, though, the scene ends with dr. Kent muttering “this is pointless” before leaving the room.

He then goes on to deliver the film’s heavy handed message to the mayor, the press, and the other investigators—namely (and here’s where I wonder if Dmytryk’s prison experience is being reflected)  that anyone arrested for a sex crime of any kind should be locked in a psych ward until they’re cured of their personal glitch. And if they aren’t cured, they should be left there locked away for good.    

That leads to another delightfully baffling line of dialogue as Kafka orders a teenager with a broken antique rifle be sent to a nearby bughouse. “I don’t wanna be looking for this kid again in a couple years,” Kafka explains, “when he’s got a real gun...or maybe an axe.”  

(An axe?)

In spite of a few weirdnesses along the way The Sniper still played like most any boilerplate thriller while at the same time being years ahead of the game both in terms of subject and solution. Extrapolating a bit on Dr. Kent’s recommendation, the kid being sent to the psych ward had not been convicted of a sex crime—he was just acting weird. Likewise, following the latest school shooting the do gooders are once again calling for the  psychological incarceration of anyone who thinks differently, acts differently, isn’t like everyone else, as they represent a very tangible future threat. But the answer to this hamfisted solution can also be found in the very same scene. Before being sent to the local Bin, the above-mentioned teen with the broken gun tells Kafka, “You think I’m the only one in town who doesn’t like people? There’s millions of ‘em!” And we’ve been proving him right since 1966. So maybe it’s time we stop talking about locking these people up pre-emptively, and finally come around to accepting the simple fact that mass shootings might well be nothing more than  a rational response to an insane world. by Jim Knipfel

[antoine-roquentin]

Japan is arguably a male chauvinist paradise. It ranks 114th out of 144 countries in terms of gender equality, a ranking that has been in free fall since Abe assumed office in 2012.

His allies have been behaving (in)appropriately. In recent months, current and former cabinet ministers publicly ridiculed the claims of a female reporter who was allegedly sexually harassed by a senior bureaucrat and accused her of being the criminal. They were later forced to apologize when her allegations were proven true.

That was followed by an LDP lawmaker, personally recruited by Abe, penning a piece bashing homosexuals as “unproductive” because they did not produce children.

Even amid these low standards, a new nadir was reached this month. Eitaro Ogawa, an author and an unofficial mouthpiece of Abe, lobbied for the rights of molesters, or chikan.

“The deepest suffering belongs to the men who are plagued with the symptoms of train groper syndrome in which his hand automatically moves when he steps on a packed train and catches a whiff of a woman,” Ogawa wrote.

“Repeated offenses show that it is an uncontrollable urge stemming from the brain. Shouldn’t society protect and reserve their rights to grope?”

Train groping is indeed a problem in Japan – so much so that there are female-only cars during rush hour so women can go to work without fear of being molested. At the same time, there are also countless adult movies and comics glorifying chikan.

There are even legal sexual massage parlors that replicate subway cars, where men pay for a simulated chikan experience.

Ogawa’s essay was published in controversial right-wing monthly magazine Shincho 45, put out by Shinchosha Publishing on Sept. 18.

Predictably, a brouhaha erupted.

Within days of publication, Shinchosha apologized for its lack of oversight, and last Wednesday, announced the indefinite suspension of the magazine.

Given the damage he had caused, what exactly did Ogawa mean to say?

His intention appears to have been the denigration of sexual minorities rather than an outright promotion of sexual assault. In his essay, he argued that train gropers and LGBT are essentially the same thing – sexual deviants – and lumped them together with an anagram he himself created: SMAG – sadists, masochists, ass fetishists and gropers.

According to Ogawa’s logic, groping people on trains and being homosexual are just different kinds of deviance. Ergo: Offering to protect the rights of one group (LGBT) over another (gropers) is ridiculous.

Critics of this thinking have not held their fire.

“I think that the magazine ceasing publication has a lot do with the #MeToo movement growing in Japan and more people willing to point out what is just simply wrong,” stormed Mari Hiryama, a professor of law at Hakuou University. “The thought process behind arguing that the rights of gropers and the rights of LGBT are the same is completely mistaken.

His utterances may even discourage victims of sexual assault from coming forward. What in the world was Ogawa thinking when he made such a dubious statement?”

That is a fair question. And was he being malicious or just plain ignorant? Aya Goda, the editor of LGBTQ magazine Palette, suspects it is the latter.

“I think his inappropriate and discriminatory remarks come from total ignorance. But if we are going to blame his ignorance, perhaps we must blame the structure of Japanese society,” she said. “Japan’s schools and media aren’t fertile ground for promoting correct knowledge of LGBTQ.

“For the sake of the next generation, in order to prevent further remarks like his, we need to encourage a better understanding of sexual diversity.”

Such an understanding may be particularly essential in conservative circles, including some major publishers and close Abe allies.

The suspended Shincho 45 had previously drawn fire for an opinion piece in its August issue by Liberal Democratic Party lawmaker Mio Sugita, who had been recruited into the LDP by Abe. In her column, she labelled gay couples “unproductive” on the grounds they don’t reproduce. Sugita added that taxpayer money should not be wasted on support for sexual minorities.

Despite a resultant public outcry, Abe refused to condemn or admonish her. He explained in a television program that he didn’t ask her to resign because “she’s still young.”

Sugita is 51.

She has also blamed victims of sexual assault for being victimized, has ridiculed the plights of refugees and essentially serves as the party’s leading bullhorn.

It was thanks to Sugita that Shincho 45 may have sealed its own doom. On Sept. 18th, it ran a lengthy 37-page special feature entitled “Is Mio Sugita’s article that outrageous?”

That was the title of Ogawa’s now notorious piece.

In it, he answered the question by not just penning a defense of Sugita’s homophobic rant, but by pushing the boat out even further. Ogawa also appeared with Sugita, in a joint interview for another right-wing publication, Japanism, published this August.

And it is Ogawa who is arguably the most outspoken and controversial of Japan’s right-wing writers.

Ogawa, a self-proclaimed literary critic, has made a career out of praising the prime minister while putting the boot into his enemies – making him a combination of Abe’s lapdog and pit-bull.

He was a relatively unknown author until 2012, when his book The Promised Day, lauding Abe and his first term as prime minister from July 2006 to September 2007 was printed by Gentosha, a right-wing publisher.

The book appeared shortly before Abe ran in the party’s election to be president of the LDP, and the book is partly credited with his political comeback. Abe’s political fund, Shinwakai, reportedly spent 7 million yen ($61,000) purchasing copies of the book, elevating it briefly to best-seller status.

While Ogawa has made a tidy sum wielding his pen on behalf of Abe, he has also stabbed himself with it – even before his latest blunder.

Last year, just prior to general elections, Ogawa released a book accusing the liberal Asahi newspaper of fabricating scoops involving Abe’s abuse of power to benefit political cronies. The LDP also reportedly bought thousands of copies of that work, pushing it up onto the bestseller list.

However, the allegations in the book were so serious that the Asahi took the rare step of suing him and his publisher for defamation. That case is still in court, meaning Ogawa could end up facing severe and expensive legal repercussions.

Ogawa isn’t the only writer to be rewarded tangibly or intangibly for lavishly praising the Prime Minister.

Journalist Noriyuki Yamaguchi, who was given the scoop on Abe’s retirement in 2007, also appears to have benefitted. In 2015, while working on his book Prime Minister (Sori) about Abe’s struggles, a female journalist, Shiori Ito, filed charges of sexual assault against him.

The police began an investigation and held a warrant to seize Yamaguchi on rape charges. But on June 8, his arrest was called off at the last minute by Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Criminal Investigations Chief Itaru Nakamura.

Nakamura was a friend of the prime minister and the former secretary to Abe’s second-in-command, Cabinet Spokesman Yoshihide Suga. Nakamura not only halted the arrest, he replaced all the detectives on the case.

On June 9, 2016, while the prosecutors were still reviewing the case, Yamaguchi’s book was published by Gentosha, the same publishers of Ogawa’s 2012 work The Promised Day. On July 22,, prosecutors dropped all charges against Yamaguchi, who has denied all wrong-doing. Ogawa has publicly expressed support for Yamaguchi.

Shincho 45 once had up to 50,000 readers a month, but has suffered a drastic drop in recent years. Since 2016, it has veered to the right in order to boost sales. The publisher admits that their trial-and-error efforts to boost sagging sales resulted in insufficient oversight of content.

Ironically, after the company announced it would cease publishing the magazine, prices of remaining issues sky-rocketed, with some used copies going for 10 times the cover price.

The sad part of this debacle is that Shinchosha also publishes Shukan Shincho, a weekly magazine which features some of the best investigative journalism in Japan. In fact, it was Shukan Shincho which first published a series of articles on the obstruction of standard criminal procedure in the rape investigation concerning Shiori Ito, which was later followed up by The New York Times, while the BBC released a documentary on the case, Japan’s Secret Shame, this summer.

Ogawa has not walked back his essay, nor has he apologized. As he usually does in such cases, Abe has remained silent.

However, newspapers and commentators in Japan are now openly discussing the problems with Shincho 45, right-wing magazines like Japanism, Hanada and others. Much of the discussion centers not only on content, but on whether these magazines are acting as the voice of the administration.

While Abe has not made discriminatory or misogynist statements himself, his propensity to represent himself with misogynists, gay-bashers and accused sex offenders is raising big questions. Japan is starting to wonder.

[disgruntledseagull]

Has Tumblr ever memory holed one of your text posts?

I made one a while ago about the danger of the former Vice-groper becoming the Groper-in Chief, and trying to legalize pedoshit and it's gone now.

[deblala]

https://www.infowars.com/posts/watch-blistering-desantis-ad-slams-creepy-groper-in-chief-joe-biden/

[yourreddancer]

KIMMEL NAMES FOR DRUMPF

Don Whoreleone

Napoleon Bone-Aspur

R. Smelly

Fiberace

Commander-In-Thief

Nostra-Dumbass

El Pork-Choppo

MAGA Theresa

All Caps-Tain Kangaroo

Rip One Van Winkle

Count Flatula

Founding Farter

Farty-Five

Teddy Dozevelt

Gaseous Clay

Dopey McGropey

Lepre-Con Man

Al Ca-Porn

Julius Squeezer

The Shart of the Deal

His Flatulency

Mayor McCutTheCheese

Groper Cleveland

Sleepy Don-Zales

Nelson Tandela

Burger Jean King

Donny Nappleseed

Liger Woods

Unhappy Gilmore

Greedy McGolfy

Yabba Dabba Doofus

His MAGA-Sty

Genghis Don

Donnie D Cups

Donye West

Donald Duck the Draft

Kim Don Un

The Notorious P.I.G.

Hair Mussolini

Con-Mander-In-Chief

Phony Soprano

Fattyshack

The Ayatollah Complaini

Presidementia

Stable McGenius

The Tanchurian Candidate

Orange Baby Jesus

Refrigerator Perry Mason

Off-Whitey Bulger

Tannibal Lecter

The Not-So-Great Pumpkin

Carrot Bottom

Scammy Davis Jr.

Rich Little Hands

Donnie Cochran

The MAGA-Lorian

Vladimir Gluten

HippoPOTUS

Darth Tax Evader

Our Fondling Father

Maroon 45

The Legend of Bragger Vance

Mar-a-Cloggo

The Tan of La Mancha

Butch Casserole

Trumpelstiltskin

MAGATHA Christie

Grab-Ass Grandpa

Orange Julius Caesar

Hungry Hungry Hypocrite

Dictator Tot

Quid Pro Combover

The Lock-Her-Up-Ness Monster

General Lie-Senhower

Alexander Scamilton

Yelvis

Jabba The Pizza Hut

and Pumpkin McPornhumper

[donaldfinch]

Our Groper In Chief Got Handsy AGAIN | @LevinTV

[wimpydave]

Did You See The Groper-In-Chief Get Handsy Again?

[newsstoryoftheweekblog]

NEWS STORY OF THE WEEK 8/7/22 - Boris Johnson’s resignation speech

‘What he didn’t say

Sorry.

The prime minister was fined for breaking lockdown rules, lost a string of crucial byelections, appointed an alleged groper as deputy chief whip and was then accused of lying about it, appalling his own ministers and many of the voters who backed him in 2019. But there was not even a hint of apology in Johnson’s speech for the chaotic melodrama he has dragged his party and the public through.’ (Stewart, 2022).

REFERENCE

Stewart, H. (2020) 'Boris Johnson’s resignation speech: what he said, and what he meant', The Guardian 7 July [Online]. Available at: https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2022/jul/07/boris-johnsons-resignation-speech-what-he-said-and-what-he-meant (Accessed 8 July 2022).

[disgruntledseagull]

If the former Vice-Groper becomes the Groper in Chief he's going to try to legalize pedoshit

Mark my words

[guardiannews24]

Trump Jr. Slams Cuomo as 'Groper-in-Chief' Who 'Was Willing to Speak Poorly About My Father'

Trump Jr. Slams Cuomo as ‘Groper-in-Chief’ Who ‘Was Willing to Speak Poorly About My Father’

US 08:41 GMT 09.03.2021Get short URL On Monday, almost 50 lawmakers reportedly urged Andrew Cuomo to step down or be impeached after five women accused the New York governor of sexual harassment. In an interview with Fox News on Monday, Donald Trump Jr. lashed out at New York Governor Andrew Cuomo in connection with the growing public uproar over sexual assault allegations against the…