what i love about donald trump is hes the epitome of the GOP

donald trump

he talks without thinking

he hates intellectuals

he has no room for subtlety

and he thinks life aint nothing but bitches and money.

and just like when you meet someone who looks weirdly just like you, and sounds like you, and pretty much is you, except for in a more exaggerated way, it rubs you the wrong way.

and you end up hating him.

thats the issue the GOP has with him right now.

trump is the caricature of that party and because he has more money than all of them, he’s not their bitch.

he makes cruz and rubio and especially jeb seem like little whiney tweens in his shadow

the only person that doesnt look super freaky is the super freak of them all ben carson

who tomorrow could tell us that he always thought the world was flat.

in conclusion: this is the most interesting race for president ive ever seen and i hope it never ends.

people offer to do things with me and im all omg that sounds exhausting

internet explorerthings that when i was a younger man i would not have believed that they are true.

outrageous activities fall in several categories:

– things that make me feel better about myself

– things other people might think, damn tony is so cool

– things that would make me rich

– things that would look great on instagram

– things that would help me grow spiritually

– things that would help me discover my place in society

– things involving rihanna

– things that involve dressing up in uncomfortable clothes

at this stage of my life the only things that i want to do are things involving rihanna, as i know that all of the other things, to me, at least, are various levels of bs that have no real meaning in the grand scheme of things.

spirituality, like love, hit you when you’re not trying. like good poops they cant be forced.

and everything else are the things of frat boys, thus worthless.

this weekend i got to hang out a little with my friends and that was better than all of the likes on instagram and all of the fan letters from cheerleaders and all of the tea in china.

i used to think i wanted to write books but for what reason? usually the reasons were pure like

“i have the best title for a book, now ive gotta fill up 111 pages with something.”

or “it’s christmas, lemme make something great for my friends. i know: a book!”

but nowadays the only book i would make for them would be so filthy theyd have to hide it from their adorable kids, and thats not a nice thing to make to honor the birth of the baby messiah.

i probably need to go to europe soon to reevaluate and recalibrate. maybe afrique. maybe japan.

prob with japan is i dont think i could sleep very well there.

maybe i just need a massage and some soul food

with rihanna.