Daddy Issues to a Tee
Donald Trump, the current president and full-time national disgrace, is now selling T-shirts with his felony mug shot and the word DADDY printed across the chest. A man who was found liable for rape in a court of law and who appears in Jeffrey Epstein’s flight logs is asking the American public to call him Daddy and pay thirty-five dollars for the privilege. It is not just gross, it’s so fucking depraved and beyond offensive that I’m posting mine first because his doesn’t deserve to lead the conversation. He’s a clown.
The “DADDY” merch pushed by the Trump War Room and blasted out in mass emails:
Trump monetizing his own criminality makes me want to puke and that fact alone makes his base giddy. He’s selling his mug shot, his rape case, his documented pattern of abuse and power-hoarding all in one. Dude dropped the word “fuck” on camera, watched the clip go viral, and then turned it into merchandise. This is a predator occupying the highest office in the country and openly profiting off the worst parts of himself.
He has already sold cartoonish NFTs of himself, has hawked cheap gold sneakers, pretends to be a religious man and pushes Bibles like the scamvangelist he clearly is, and now he is selling rapey-cult merch from inside the White House like this is some sick performance art.
The Daddy shirt is not a mistake, but rather a message. Trump knows exactly who he’s talking to. People who no longer care about truth, only about allegiance. People who confuse obedience with strength. People who will go broke to wear his filth like it’s honor. He is a con artist who’s figured out that the best way to keep stuffing his pockets and taking MAGA to the bank is to turn his crimes into collectibles.
This is not fucking normal! This is a national embarrassment and MAGA is eating up Trump’s latest swindle like it’s their communion.
So if Trump is going to turn his criminal record into clothing, the rest of us should turn the truth into something printed too. I’ve got the merch that says exactly what needs to be said. T-shirts that read “Bozo 47” and “Imagine Telling Your Daughter You Voted for a Rapist.” The truth in wearable facts. I’ve also got mugs. No mug shots.
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