colicky piss-baby melts down, stumbles off the set of Meet the Press

boo fucking hoo, Donny

Jun 08, 2026

let’s watch what happens when a thin-skinned diaperload comes up against a reporter who is absolutely determined to commit a journalism.

Donny: “the election was rigged. it was a dirty election. it’s happening again, right now in California.’
Meet the Press host Kristen Welker: “you’ve never presented evidence that the 2020 election was rigged.”
Donny: “look at what’s happening now [in California].”
Welkler: “what’s the evidence to that?”

***

Donny: “they’re cheating on the election [in California].”
Welker: “do you have evidence to support that?”
Donny: “all you have to do is look.”
Welker: “that’s not evidence.”

***

Donny: “they’re crooked. just like you’re crooked, your press is crooked and Meet the Press is crooked.”
Welker: “to be fair, sir, I’m not crooked.”
Donny: “really? well, you play right into their hands. you’re either crooked or you’re stupid. you know that these elections are rigged. your network knows that they’re rigged. you know that I won an election in a landslide and I got 94% bad press.”
Welker: “you’ve never presented evidence that it was rigged.”
Donny: “your elections are crooked. and you’re crooked. and Meet the Press is crooked, and so is ABC and CBS and CNN. you’re one-sided, crooked networks. okay, let’s call it quits, because I’ve had enough. thank you, darling.”

and with that, Preznit Fuckwit throws his microphone to the ground, gets up, and waddles away.

‘thank you, darling.’ what a condescending, misogynistic asshole. shut the fuck up, piggy.

all Kristen Welker did was ask Donny for evidence to back up his claims — but apparently, that was a bridge too far for the colicky piss-baby who lives inside a fact-free bubble, and throws a shit-fit any time some peasant dares challenge one of his fever-swamp hallucinations.

you’re going to hear a lot about how Donny ‘stormed’ off the set of Meet the Press, but I’m sorry, there was no ‘storming’ going on. in fact, the deteriorating fool almost fell right down on his beady-eyed pig-face.

here’s a pro tip for Donny: if you’re trying to create an indelible image of defiant anger, don’t step on the mic you dropped, causing your gamey leg to buckle, requiring you to grab Kristen Welker’s shoulder so you don’t topple the fuck over.

that moment’s a keeper, so let’s gif that shit for all eternity’s sake.

and also, I keep saying ‘the set of Meet the Press’ — but that interview quite obviously wasn’t conducted in NBC’s New York studio. they taped it Friday night, at the site of Donny’s look-how-much-I-love-farmers clusterfuck in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin.

now, I get that the location was used for expediency’s sake, but did they really have to dress the set with wooden crates, hay bales and a tractor?

it’s a legit question, because it’s pretty hard to exude gravitas when it looks like you’re broadcasting from the set of Hee Haw.

it must be nice to be one of Donny’s cultists, and be forever serenely deluded into believing that whatever ass-hattery Dear Leader clownfucks himself into, he always comes away with the upper hand.

oh look, it’s Juanita Broaddrick. now there’s a blast from the past. you’ll be shocked, I’m sure, to learn that Broaddrick’s now a darling of the MAGA set — and that she’s guzzled all the Kool-Aid.

Holy Crap!! President Trump had enough of Welker’s lies and rips off microphone and walks out of interview. BRAVO!!! We have the best President!!

no, Juanita, that’s not what happened. what happened is that Brave Sir Donald bravely ran away, away.

Donny bravely ran away, away because because he’s a liar and a fucking coward who turns tail and flees the second anyone challenges the torrent of bullshit spraying from his rancid anus-mouth.

if Donny had a single shred of evidence to back up any one of his lies, he wouldn’t have to throw a piss-baby tantrum and bravely run away, away.

Donny wants us all to forget that he’s already litigated the hell out of the 2020 election. he brought over sixty lawsuits and lost all of them, except for one that went his way on a technicality and didn’t change the outcome. if there were any evidence, Donny’s ace team of parking garage lawyers would have presented it to the courts, six years ago.

Donny’s only ‘evidence’ is his pig-headed belief that ‘if I didn’t win, it must have been rigged.’ that’s not how adults face unpleasant news, it’s how babies react to hearing shit they don’t like. getting up and bravely running away, away is also a childish reaction.

what a great idea it was, to hand supreme executive power to some overgrown toddler who never matured past the emotional age of four years old.

now, it was nice to see Kristin Welker actually committing a journalism — which makes it equally disappointing that when it was all over, she did her best to sanewash her own thrashing of Dear Leader.

check out the weak-tea pablum that Welker posted up on Elon’s Nazi Bar and Child Porn Emporium.

My interview with President Trump on Friday afternoon was unfortunately complicated by weather issues. In spite of those challenges, we still had a substantial conversation on issues from the Iran war to the economy to the so-called “anti-weaponization” fund. Tune in for the full interview this morning on @MeetThePress.

seriously? why is Kristen Welker calling Donny’s infantile melt-down a ‘substantial conversation’? it was no such thing. yesterday’s broadcast was 46 minutes of Donny lying about every fucking thing, and then blowing up and bravely running away, away when Welkler refused to take bullshit for an answer.

if it were you getting the best of some lying immature diaperload, wouldn’t you crow about it? wouldn’t you take a victory lap? wouldn’t you tweet out something like ‘tune in this morning to watch me fuck Donny’s shit seven ways from breakfast’?

I would.

Donny’s going to be inflicting himself onto Game 3 of the NBA Finals tonight, and I hope the New York crowd boos him mercilessly — because fuck this fucking fuck all the way to Mars for taking what would normally have been a party atmosphere in and around Madison Square Garden and turning the whole area into a maximum security prison.

A strict no-bag policy will be in effect, and fans should make every effort to limit personal items to an absolute minimum. Fans should expect enhanced security measures when entering Madison Square Garden, including TSA-style screening procedures. Guests are strongly encouraged to arrive at least two hours before tip-off to allow additional time for screening and entry.

oh, that’s lovely. instead of a festive sportsball event, it’s going to be a joyless chore. don’t bring any bags, make sure you show up hours in advance and be prepared to be treated like a criminal suspect by government agents.

oh, and they’re locking down a five-block area around Madison Square Garden, inconveniencing everyone, not just the sportsball enthusiasts.

thanks a lot, Donny.

now seems like a good time to remind everyone that we New Yorkers have hated Donny since before it was cool. hey, can we get Rosie O’Donnell in here for a minute to explain why?

Rosie: “if you grew up in New York, you knew he was an asshole and a liar from day one. and I am sixty-four years old, so I remember when his planes were repossessed off the runways at La Guardia. I remember when he was broke. I remember when he would call up places and pretend to be his own publicist. he is a con man, he is a narcissist, and he is a psychopath.”

reporter: “how do you think he’ll be greeted at MSG tomorrow night?”

Rosie: “with a lot of boos, and I’m happy to hear it.”

where is the lie?

get the fuck back to your fugly Oval Bordello, Donny. nobody wants you here.

today’s Daily Claudia comes to you courtesy of Daughter Katie, who took these photos during our vacation at the shore in Old Lyme, Connecticut, last July.

look at this house Ms Spouse found for us. its back yard was the fucking ocean.

have a great Monday, everyone. try not to be a big, colicky piss-baby who can’t face bad news — and never, ever, pretend to be your own publicist.

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