D Trump and Bobby D Volley Harsh Signifiers

April 26, 2011

Huffpost Politics reporting on Donald Trump’s publicized doubts that President Barack Obama was born in the United States (hello automatic douche bag):

In releasing his birth records to Newsmax on Monday, Trump called on President Barack Obama to do the same. The billionaire and potential presidential candidate has sparkedcontroversy in recent weeks by questioning whether the president was born in the United States.

“It took me one hour to get my birth certificate,” Trump said of what now appears to be his “certificate of live birth.” “It’s inconceivable that, after four years of questioning, the president still hasn’t produced his birth certificate. I’m just asking President Obama to show the public his birth certificate. Why’s he making an issue out of this?”

Via Richard Sharp of Yidio, Robert DeNiro recently commented on the matter in The Daily Beast:

“It’s like a big hustle. It’s like being a car salesman. Don’t go out there and say things unless you can back them up. How dare you? That’s awful to do. To just go out and speak and say these terrible things? Unless you just wanna get over and get the job. It’s crazy.”

Yesterday morning, Trump threw a thorny ball of Oh Snap back into DeNiro’s court on Fox & Friends:

“Well he’s not the brightest bulb on the planet” [ … ]

“I’ve been watching him over the years and I like his acting, but you know in terms of when I watch him doing interviews and various other things, we’re not dealing with Albert Einstein.”

Lastly, Mr. Sharp provides us with a sober, cogent translation of these proceedings:

Speaking of genius moves, we’re not suggesting DeNiro is going to resort to violence like the characters in his films, but engaging Bobby D in battle, over politics or anything else, doesn’t strike us as the most intelligent maneuver an aspiring Presidential candidate (or anyone really) could make.

While we understand why Trump’s hairpiece would be out of whack over DeNiro’s comments, we’d suggest maybe Trump stick to shaking hands, kissing babies (or harassing Meatloaf), and ixnay on the Eniroday before he ends up unleashing the Raging Bull …

Spot on.  Lesson-be-learned: Don’t fuck with Bobby D.  He’s way too much of a contemporary cinema legend.  You just don’t call Bobby D an idiot.  It just automatically unmasks you as the colossal idiot.

Speaking of idiots: Why do ugly, spoiled, silver-spoon-fed, pubic-hairpiece-laden old blowhards get rewarded with bottomless riches for being conceited pricks all their lives?

Oh, that’s right … America.

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