After watching the Orange Guy roll out the red carpet and clap like a fan boy at the arrival of another criminal, then deflate like a used condom when he failed to achieve his goal of an immediate ceasefire in Ukraine (there goes that Nobel Peace Prize,) I thought of a useful portmanteau word to describe his abject truckling to a brutal dictator and his crumpling under pressure.
May I present . . . TRUMPLE-- to give in to authority, lick authority's boots, and whimper "Please Sir, may I have some more?"
But, hey, he's got an invite to visit Vlad. Be a shame if the Trumpler fell out of a window . . . that happens a lot over there.
4 comments:
The pictures are very nice, even if your leaders gets trumpled.
I am so sick of it all.
I'm in an avoidance mood these days...except where politics affects me or my loved ones! Your Bougainvillea is so beautiful and I love the foggy background.
Ah, you've noticed too that windows are dangerous weapons in Russia.
I like tRumple as a new name for this idiot.
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