the internet never forgets

Some folks think that social media is a curse, while others don't think about it at all and just use it.  I'm in the middle.  I use it, but yes, it has dumbed/numbed all of us and has become a lazy form of human connection.  However, it also keeps us informed far better and faster than in the past.  And one more big ol' bonus - it allows us to watch our deranged, unhinged, dangerous POSIC Elect continue to dodder about like some rabid orangutan, throwing his own feces at us gawkers. Just remember, if this fuckmonkey actually gets into office, which is pretty much a given at this point, he's going to get us all killed.  Don't believe me?  Fine.  Michael Moore will tell you.  And before you scoff at the Moorester, remember that he predicted Donald Dipshit would win the presidential election.  I'm really very worried his prognostications are a two-fer. 

Let's see what the Pussy-Grabber tweeted out today, shall we?

Given that it's the nature of the internet to react to the tweets put out by our newly elected ding-dong, who's just a-gonna piss China and the rest of the world off all the more, we got this brilliant tweeted response by Mirriam-Webster 11 minutes later:

Since this morning, Trump's handlers have removed the tweet with "unpresidented" and replaced it with one using the word unprecedented (you'd think they'd just remove that tweet entirely, right?  Nope.  To them, fighting with China via Twitter is a most excellent foreign diplomacy tactic.)  They did the same when he sent out the below tweet:

  
His handlers fixed the "waite" to wait and retweeted that bullshit all over again too.   But the internet never forgets, Donny boy!  And given that you, sir, you major jackass dicktator du jour, shouldn't be using a fucking social media platform to be picking fights with other countries or sending out press releases to the US constituencies, perhaps you could just do as all a yuge favor - 1) get the fuck off Twitter; and 2) impeach yourself.  I mean, why wait for others to do it?

Now excuse, me.  I got some more laughing-my-ass-off to do before I go throw up.