You Leave Our Mom Ruth Bader Ginsburg Alone, You Monster

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Listen, I have held my tongue when that decaying, hollowed-out tree trunk that is now housing a family of malnourished, furious possums Donald Trump has dragged other respectable Americans through the mud (actually, no I haven’t really), but he has gone too far. Too fucking far.


Several days ago, Supreme Court Justice and my mom Ruth Bader Ginsburg broke SCOTUS’ customary political silence to speak about the potential Trump administration.

“I can’t imagine what this place would be—I can’t imagine what the country would be—with Donald Trump as our president,” she said to the New York Times. “For the country, it could be four years. For the court, it could be—I don’t even want to contemplate that.”


Quoting her late husband, she said: “Now it’s time for us to move to New Zealand.”

Since that moment of honesty, the Republican presidential candidate has taken Ginsburg on as an enemy, he has officially accepted Ginsburg as his new enemy du jour, calling for her to “get off the court as soon as possible.”

Early Wednesday morning (around 12:30 a.m.), Trump, likely in a haze after inhaling fancy glue and jerking off in a mirror, tweeted:


On a political level, the idea that the man who is going to be the Republican presidential nominee is openly questioning the mental acuity of one of the Supreme Court justices is both insane and unprecedented.

On a personal level, when you mess with mom, you mess with me. Me and my sisters. And we are hungry for dinner.


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He can’t handle the Ruth.