Preznit Fuckwit gets the Scottish welcome he deserves

he’s such an international embarrassment

on Friday, a quadrice-indicted twice-impeached once-convicted popular-vote-losing adderall-huffing pedo-bestie-schmoozing insurrection-leading ear-diapering testimony-ducking judge-threatening lawyer-ignoring debate-avoiding witness-tampering disabled-veteran-dishonoring inheritance-squandering rube-fleecing clown-makeup-smearing language-mangling sneaker-hawking serial-sexual-predating draft-dodging casino-bankrupting butler-bullying daughter-perving hush-money-paying real-estate-scamming bone-spur-faking ketchup-hurling justice-obstructing classified-war-plan-thieving golf-cheating stock-manipulating weather-map-defacing war-criminal-pardoning horse-paste-promoting paper-towel-flinging race-baiting tax-evading evidence-destroying charity-defrauding money-laundering diaper-filling 88-count 79-year-old fluorescent-tangerine narcoleptic fart factory slunk the fuck out of Washington with his tail between his legs — and Scotland’s The National called it exactly as they saw it.

wouldn’t you love to see the worthless scribblers of America’s corporate-controlled media be this brutally honest for five whole seconds?

there’s no denying it: Scotland hates America’s Mad King. here’s just one of the many protest signs that greeted Donny.

oh look, Preznit Fuckwit brought his phone with him. I guess there’s no chance of him keeping his rancid anus-mouth shut during the five days he’ll be in Scotland. how delightful.

that’s so adorable. the elderly golfer is pretending to be working.

Donny, are these ‘many meetings’ in the room with us right now? because you have jack shit on your officially published schedule.

maybe Donny can fool the cultists who swallow his bullshit whole, but the rest of us have eyes — and we can see that he spent yesterday golfing. I guess the ‘many meetings’ were with his caddy.

let’s not be fooled. Donny’s in Scotland to golf at his own shitty Turnberry motel, and he hopes we all forget about that little thing where he wants to pardon the sex-trafficking girlfriend of his dead pedo bestie.

yeah, right. we’re not going to forget.

one wonders with whom Donny is having these alleged ‘many meetings’ — because all the local politicos are running and hiding.

Aberdeen South MP Stephen Flynn has quipped that he will be finding “any excuse possible” to avoid meeting Donald Trump when he arrives in Aberdeen this week.

Flynn has confirmed he will not be meeting the New Yorker when he arrives in Scotland, reports the Daily Record.

“I’ll not be meeting the President, I'll be busy getting a haircut, or washing my hair, or finding any excuse possible to make sure that I’m looking after my own toddler at the time time.”

Scotland’s hatred of Donny is well-earned. in 2012, Donny bought himself a bit of unspoiled coastline in Aberdeenshire and bulldozed it into another one of his tacky golf motels.

David Milne bought his old Coast Guard look-out on the Aberdeenshire coast over 20 years ago, and he still lives there today. But since 2012, it’s been right in the middle of Trump territory, surrounded by hundreds of acres of shifting sand dunes that have been meticulously sculpted into 36 holes that anyone can play a round on — for about $500.

“It’s always second-best to what was there originally,” he told CBS News. “When I came in here, this landscape was untouched … now it’s just a golf course.”

here’s some hall-of-fame-level trolling that Milne did during the Mad King’s first reign: he flew a Mexican flag from the top of his house.

when Donny caught wind of his new neighbors’ lack of enthusiasm for a vermin-infested golf motel where sand dunes used to be, he was all how about they just go fuck themselves.

In 2011, Mr. Trump said he didn't like the look of Milne's property anyway.

“Who cares,” the future president told the Golf Channel, pointing to Milne’s home. “We’re trying to build the greatest course in the world. The house is ugly.”

good old Donny, always making friends, wherever he goes.

maybe if David Milne wanted to be welcomed by the Mad King, he should have had a sex-trafficking girlfriend for Donny to pal around with.

come on, David, think outside the box!

here’s another one of Donny’s overjoyed Aberdeenshire neighbors.

Farmer Michael Forbes has lived on the Menie estate since he was 14.

Trump’s foe continues to live in his home that was once described as ‘beyond disrepair’ and ‘a pig-sty’ by the businessman. Michael told Aberdeen Live: “He couldn’t do anything to me because I own all the land round about me. The only thing he did was block my access to the beach where I did my salmon fishing. He knew I loved doing my salmon fishing, that’s the only way he could get at me.”

“When I met him all he talked about was Trump and money. I really regret to this day that I didn’t knock him on his a*** then.”

and of course Donny did that thing he always does, where he promises the moon and delivers a shit-blizzard of broken promises.

According to planning documents, public accounts and his own statements, Trump promised, beginning in 2006, to inject $1.5 billion into his golf project six miles north of Aberdeen. He has spent about $120 million.

Approval for the development, he vowed, came with more than 1,000 permanent jobs and 5,000 construction gigs attached. Instead, there were 84, meaning fewer than the 100 jobs that already existed when the land he bought was a shooting range.

oh, so there are now fewer jobs in Aberdeenshire than there were before Donny barged in and completely fucked their once-pristine coastline with his ugly golf motel. if that sounds familiar to you, that’s because it’s pretty much the way Donny’s been running America ever since he wormed his way back into power.

and then there were the windmills.

Donny fought for years to prevent eleven wind turbines from being built off the coast of Aberdeenshire. ‘it’ll ruin my view,’ he whined. yeah, go talk to David Milne and Michael Forbes about ruined views, you big fucking crybaby. eat binky.

Donny lost that court battle and had to pay legal costs, but not before completely beclowning himself by spewing ridiculous fever-swamp fairy tales about how windmills are bad for you because they cause noise cancer.

fuck that fucking fuck. let’s just enjoy some photos from the many, many protests that took place all over Scotland yesterday.

oh wait! cheer up, Donny — I finally found a bunch of Scots who are overjoyed at your presence on their home turf! just look at these happy campers!

oh wait [taps earpiece]. I’m being informed now that these are not Scots. apparently this is a file photo from April 2023, of the flag-waving crowd that greeted President Joe Biden when he visited County Mayo, Ireland.

oops, sorry — my bad.

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