Because he’s not racist at all — oh, no, not even close; he’s the least racist person you’ll ever meet ... the least racist — Donald Trump hate-tweeted at Al Sharpton early this morning. (If you’re a black politician or celebrity and he hasn’t attacked you yet, don’t worry. He’ll get around to it. Though I assume Frederick Douglass is safe. Can't be too sure about Harriet Tubman, though.)
This time, Little Donnie Snowflake was triggered by a photo of Sharpton heading to Baltimore to repudiate the racist nonsense spewing out of 1600 Penn like a defective lawn sprinkler ever since Trump made the White House KKK HQ North. (And, of course, it goes without saying that the projection in this tweet is off the charts.)
And here’s how Sharpton responded:
"Donald Trump and I have known each other 25 years. I marched on him with Central Park Five. I dealt with him on the birther issue. He can say what he wants. He called me a troublemaker? Yes. I make trouble for bigots. I made trouble for him with Central Park. I made trouble with him for birtherism. I'm going to keep making trouble for bigots. As far as me being a con man, if he really thought I was a con man, he'd be nominating me for his cabinet.”
Thank you, Reverend. Enjoy Baltimore. I doubt you’ll see any rats. Unless you stay at one of Jared Kushner’s properties, of course.
Is Trump still singeing your sphincter? Dear F*cking Lunatic: 101 Obscenely Rude Letters to Donald Trump and its breathlessly awaited sequel Dear F*cking Moron: 101 More Letters to Donald Trump by Aldous J. Pennyfarthing are the salve you need! Reviewers have called these books “hysterically funny,” “cathartic,” and “laugh-out-loud” comic relief. And you can get them for less than the price of a cup of coffee ... or a black-market Xanax ... or five minutes of therapy. It’s time to heal, my friends. Buy now!