Put any butthurt and reservations aside for a minute and consider: Nothing in that meme has changed. Not. One. Thing. If anything, it's worse.
Cheetoh Jesus is still pissing off all the right people, on both sides of the political aisle, and causing them to shriek at frequencies only audible to dogs.
The convention of people with a serious shot in 2024 about whom you could ever say that could be held in a Volkswagen Beetle, and probably inside a phonebooth, and includes no other former POTUS, nor (R) candidates for same, since ever.
The cast of characters on the Right, even the non-RINO Right, all wants to be gangsta, until it's time to do gangsta sh*t. Then they're all AWOL. As usual.
Trump has Been There, Done That, and Got The T-Shirt.
The new bar for entry is "Has your house been raided by the FBI?"
Call me when anyone running next time has the balls to get into that club and come out standing up.
The next Selection will still be a formality. That's baked into the cake even now.
But the revelation of that fact is going to black pill one helleva lot of Norm Normies out there. And believe me, that needs to happen.
So give the Leftards a lit M-80 enema. Because you can.
And that's why Trump should be the nominee, for the same reason the World Trade Center should NOT have been made a hole-in-the-ground memorial, but rather should have been rebuilt exactly as it was, except with a Patriot SAM battery put on top of one tower, and a 100-foot tall bronze hand with the middle finger extended, facing exactly towards Mecca on the other one:
Change my mind.