National Prayer Breakfast
“They were eating the dawgs! They were eating the pets! They were SLEEPING THE PLANE! I specifically told Pete, I said, hit ‘em on christmas day.” amen
scenes from another stark barking batshit speech
Donny Convict — the drooling loon his cultists believe is God’s Own Avatar On Earth — is what would happen if the seven Deadly Sins became a real boy. let’s run through the list: pride — yup. greed — you betcha. lust — just ask Ivanka. envy — no shit. gluttony — have you seen his waistline? wrath — ducked any ketchup bottles lately? sloth — the lazy fuck drives his golf cart right up onto the green.
with those bona fides, it’s only natural that God’s Own Avatar be anointed to speak at the National Prayer Breakfast.
naturally, it was a burst trash bag of rattlebrained incoherence — brags, boasts, outright lies, and fever-swamp fairy-tale nonsense.
“you can go and sleep. we have quarters prepared for you. I said no, no, I don’t have to sleep. I’ve been on a plane, sleeping, for twenty— y’mean— I’M SLEEPING THE PLANE. I don’t sleep on planes, I don’t like sleeping on planes, y’know? I like looking out the window for missiles and enemies, actually.”
“and we did— people use Christmas any more, we, we brought back the word Christmas, they didn’t want to use it, and we’re using it again. but I specifically told Pete, I said, ‘hit ’em on Christmas Day. not earlier, and not later. right, Pete? and man, did he hit ’em. so— and then we hit ’em again recently. we hit ’em again, pretty hard.” [pete hegseth, nigeria]
