Posts Tagged “god bless the land of the free”

My therapist and I decided that from now on, when I’m thinking something negative about myself, I’m going to imagine that Donald Trump is saying it, because it’s really easy for me to just tell him to fuck off.

Trump: “Your thighs are fat.”
Me: “Fuck you and your fucking wall.”

I think we’re onto something here.

60s-era advertisement re-branded with actual Trump quotes.

Original link here.



Best captions:

No, I don’t want to touch it. I know where it’s been and it wasn’t consensual.

For the final time, Donald, yes, your hands seem normal sized.

… or until his Orangeness gets his ass impeached.

​A very NSFW photo series featuring quotes President-elect Donald Trump has said about women has gone viral on Tumblr. Aria Watson, an 18-year-old student at Clatsop Community College in Oregon, told BuzzFeed News she created the series, titled “#SignedByTrump,” for her final project in her Introduction to Photography class. “The election was going on at the time, and I felt very strongly about the candidates and their views, so I decided to mix my political opinions with my photography,” she said. Watson said she posted her photos on Facebook and Instagram but the photos were removed. She then posted her photos to her Tumblr, where the post gained more than 50,000 notes in a day. It has since received almost 100,000 notes. She said she kept the models anonymous because the viewer can then picture the people however they want. She added that the models are friends and family, and that one photo is a self-portrait.

“Over the past few days, I’ve gotten messages that have brought me to tears,” she said. “To everyone who has supported me and “#SignedByTrump,” don’t let anyone silence you. Don’t be afraid to speak up about what you are passionate about. I don’t know why Donald Trump is in office, or how this even happened, but he is. What we need more than ever is to come together. We are stronger together,” she said.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”