The Trouble With Trumples

The Race... The Eternal Campaign...These are the pillages of the Clown Car Free Enterprise. It's continuing mission: To exploit all worlds... to stamp out all live... and destroy civilization... to boldly crow that "All men must work much more!"

"The Birthers like these fuzzy things, don't they"

"Why, you're right Mr. Rove! They don't like Mexicans! ...but they do like Aqua-Buddhans!... Mr. Spork, I didn't know you had it in you...

Obviously,  Trumples are very deceptive creatures, captain.

Obviously. Mr. Priebus, they like you. Well, there's no accounting for taste."

"Do you know what you get when you feed a Trumple too much?... A fat Trumple?... No. You get a whole bunch of angry little Goopers!... Well, Ben, all I can suggest is that you close down a few more planned parenthood clinics."

"I want to know what keeps these Trumples alive, Ben!...  I haven't even figured out how to kill them yet."

"Ben, what have you got for a headache?... Let me guess, the Mexicans? Priebus?... Both."

"I've been running computations on their rates of dysfunction. The figures are threatening an alarming defection. They are consuming all of our air time and giving nothing in return.... Oh, but they do give us something, Mr Spork. They give us hatred. Well, Cyrano Rove says that a Trumple is the only true hatred that money can buy.... Too much of anything, Lieutenant Fiorina, even hatred, is always a good thing."

"Mr. Snot!! WHAT did you do with the Trumples?... Well, sir, I beamed the whole kit and kaboodle to Tijuana. It was no Trumple at all."