The man-child in the White House had a big day on Monday. Not only did he get to wear a cowboy hat on the hilariously-named (given where his own products are made) “Made in America Day,” but since he was such a good boy he got to climb into a fire truck and play.
It really was a special day for him:
BREAKING: 71-year old man-baby excitedly plays in firetruck. pic.twitter.com/EoEgZI8PyV
— Charles Johnson (@Green_Footballs) July 17, 2017
Pool: As Trump hopped into the fire truck, Pence held open the door. “Where's the fire?” Trump said. “I'll put it out.” pic.twitter.com/OsCBntlvVz
— Bradd Jaffy (@BraddJaffy) July 17, 2017
— Greentree TV (@MoviesRopel) July 17, 2017
“Where’s the fire” Trump asked excitedly as he sat in the truck, apparently forgetting that it’s currently raging in the White House. “I’ll put it out!”
The video is just as hilarious as the photos:
— ABC News (@ABC) July 17, 2017
You know who didn’t get to play in the fire truck? Mike Pence. We hear “Mother,” as he calls his wife, wouldn’t let him because he didn’t eat all his green beans for dinner. But Trump apparently finished his plate and was rewarded with a special day pretending to be a fireman.
He also got to be a cowboy:
Trump: Howdy y'all! Don't I look TREMENDOUS in this here cowboy hat? Much better than Ted Nugent. Sorry bud!!! pic.twitter.com/TxtPER0H0t
— Whitney Meyer (@itswhitneymeyer) July 17, 2017
And a baseball player:
Just like his presidency, Trump's baseball swing has no follow through. pic.twitter.com/8uEETRz4nH
— Dab Aggin (@DabAggin) July 17, 2017
He even got to touch a real live wheel loader!
To top it all off, he saw a super-bigly-awesome toy helicopter.
He didn’t get to play with the helicopter and make “whoosh” noises though, and that made him sad.
If you ever needed proof that our “so-called President” is a gigantic man-child, you need only watch how he conducts himself when presented with opportunities normally afforded to kindergarten classrooms.
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John Prager is an unfortunate Liberal soul who lives uncomfortably in the middle of a Conservative hellscape.
Prager spends much of his time poking Trump’s meth-addled, uneducated fans with a pointy stick and is currently writing a book of muskrat recipes (not really) as well as putting together a scrapbook of his favorite death threats. His life’s aspiration is to rule the world with an iron fist, or find that sock he’s been looking for.