D.B. of the Week - The Donald - Part 3

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Donald Trump wanted to talk about immigration.

As he is running for president he certainly has the right to voice his opinion and vocalize his plan.

Donald also made a statement that is shared by a great many people across this land that had as a motto:

Give me your poor, your tired....

What Donald can't do...

...is generalize an entire race of people and label them as violent, drug-smuggling, rapists.

So.

He takes the D.B. of the Week Honors again!

Now some who may read this blog regularly may be saying to themselves:

"There he goes. Bleeding heart, liberal jerk who hates anyone who runs for the GOP side."

Wrong.

I listen to The Donald.

He's been on Howard Stern and Opie and Jim a lot.

He actually makes me laugh because he's so outspoken...on everything...and he doesn't back down.

He's also wildly entertaining with his rebuttals.

But The Donald was wrong again.

"What happened to his freedom of speech?" A whole lot of people voiced on the social media sites.

He can say it.

He wasn't arrested for it...but in this politically correct world...

...he stepped in a pile of poopy.

You can't generalize like that.

When you start a sentence with:

Those people

You're in trouble.

Macy's and NBC want to keep their Hispanic share of their customer base.

The Donald had to go.

And now he's suing everyone?

For something kind of nasty and mean?

About an entire race of people?

Every Mexican coming into the country is raping and drug-smuggling?

The Donald doesn't get around much.

I see a whole bunch of hard-working guys coming over.

I'm not enamored with the fact that they've driven wages down because they're willing to work for next to nothing...but they're working.

Also.

You should enter this country the right way.

Like background checks...I think most Americans are for following proper procedures to uphold American principles.

Oh...some folks aren't for background checks when it comes to guns?

Then...you really can't bitch about not checking other things...can you?

Anywhoha...

...The Donald said some nasty things.

Do some apply?

Perhaps.

Did he attack something that needs reform?

Yepper.

You just can't paint people with a broad...mean-spirited...racist brush.

I know one thing:

It's going to be fun watching him throw his muscle around.

D.B. of the Week 3 times now!

The Donald is Number 1!

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