Heroic Women Protest the Fuck Out of Trump to His Face

“FREE DC, FREE PALESTINE, TRUMP IS THE HITLER OF OUR TIME!”

This was the loud chant in the middle of Joe’s Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab restaurant yesterday at dinner time. With Donald Trump and his administration standing at the table next to the protesting patrons. The women aiming their fury at him, making eye contact that he won’t soon forget.

THAT’s the fuck how you stand up to a bully.

During the eight months the Fluorescent Führer has been in office, women have led the fight. People like Jasmine Crockett, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Nicole Collier, and dozens of other politicians and activists have stood proud and been loud about their vocal opposition to Velveeta Voldemort and his cabinet.

But would we call it a cabinet? More like a junk drawer.

Trump’s Trash and the Rapist-in-Chief, in their infinite wisdom, thought it would be a good idea to visit a nearby restaurant for the first time since he took office in January. The Leaning Tower of Treason gave a quick speech outside for his boot-licking press about how Washington, DC was now magically safe again. Once the public dick-sucking ended, they proceeded to walk into the restaurant.

That’s when all hell broke loose. And I’m all about it:

I don’t know the names of these courageous, pissed off women. I doubt that Sir Psycho Syphilis would remember it even if they’d told it to his stupid, orange, pancake batter make-upped face. But I guarantee he won’t be forgetting THEIR faces any time soon.

It takes some big fucking metaphorical balls to stand up to the goddamn president of the United States of America.

Did you see the faces of everyone in that video? Donnie Dementia looked confused, as usual. Probably pissed his diaper (again). Pete Kegsbreath needed some Jack Daniels to calm his jitters, though that tends to be an hourly thing. Groper Cleveland ordered one too, but made it a Stormy Daniels, not Jack. Little Marco Rubio nervously looked around for a booster seat to sit on.

Stephen “Pee Wee German” Miller was nowhere to be seen. He was probably late to a Young Nazi Vampire meetup or got stuck in the coffin he sleeps in during daylight hours. Klanned Karen-Hood Karoline Leavitt was there off camera, polishing her crucifix and praying to White Jesus to strike the protestors down dead.

They’d have been better off just slumming it at Red Lobster. They likely would have had more MAGA supporters there. Plus, those cheddar biscuits would have matched Mango Mussolini’s stupid orange face.

Never mind that they’re as dry as Usha Vance on her and JD’s honeymoon.

They could have put Crybaby Caligula in a high chair and tied a plastic bib with a lobster around his big, greasy neck-gina. Please, somebody hand him a sippy cup, a kids' menu, and some Crayolas. Just be sure he doesn’t draw a teenage girl’s body and sign his little Donnie Dipshit name in the pubic area.

The Count of Mostly Crisco certainly didn’t expect to be called out, ridiculed, and mocked during a rare outing in public. Though he was booed unmercifully at the U.S. Open men’s tennis final on Sunday. The one that he ordered the press not to broadcast, anticipating that most fans don’t appreciate Spray-tan Shitler’s horribly racist, bigoted actions and policies against hard-working Americans.

Still, he decided that a public dinner was the right move last night. “We’re standing right in the middle of D.C.,” Mr. Trump told reporters before entering the restaurant. “This was one of the most unsafe cities in the country. Now it’s as safe as anywhere in the country.”

Keep up that lying and gaslighting, you orange dick-with-ears. We will never tire of watching you receive the grand prize of “Fuck Around and Find Out.”

Foolius Seizure remains deeply unpopular in Washington. Several videos of the protesters aggressively confronting the so-called president quickly spread like the First Lady’s legs on an early 2000s escort service date across social media. Her pimp, Jeffrey Epstein, must be proudly smiling up at this spectacle.

A close confrontation with protesters is a rare occurrence for Captain Brainspurs since taking office. His horrible demeanor and equally shitty smell make it intolerable for most to be around him. People keep a 500-yard distance from the Pampered Chief, as should be required of him when he’s in the vicinity of DC junior high schools.

But recently, the Hapless Has-Been has seemed more open to public appearances. After being humiliated at the U.S. Open in New York, he plans to attend a Yankees game to commemorate the September 11th attacks.

You think he got booed at The Open? Just wait until you see what Yankees fans have in store for him. They are famous for being some rowdy, ill-mannered pricks. I can’t wait to see what they unleash for King Nothing during the 7th inning stretch.

It will probably wake Pee-Paw up from his mid-afternoon nap. Clots and prayers for the blessed event to finally happen. Then America will finally be great again.

Again, I cannot applaud these badass, no-fucks-given women enough. They are in the crosshairs of the illegitimate Trump crime syndicate as marginalized citizens. Women, minorities, LGBTQ citizens, and immigrants are shown daily that the Dump administration considers them all second-class citizens. Ones who should be subjugated to white, old men, in their minds.

Which is utter horseshit. The whole alpha male narrative is old and limp, just like Tweety McGreedy’s tired, tiny dick. These women have far more fire in their bellies and patriotism to display than the weak, beta-cuck MAGA men voting to keep a child-raping pedophile in power.

With events like this happening, Project 2025 is fucked. We will crush the Talibangelical movement and the Pedo President, with women leading the way. I’m proud to stand with them.

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