Mary Tyler Moore Eulogy
Donald Trump delivers the eulogy for Mary Tyler Moore.
Fantastic turnout here.
Just light’s out.
You’re a great, great crowd, a very smart crowd, and I want to thank you all for coming out in such huge numbers to hear me speak. What’s that? Wow. My people are telling me that there are thousands more waiting outside. In the rain. Terrifying lightning flying around, too, and the sort of giant thunder that scares dogs. These people don’t care. No, they’re happy to risk their lives. They just want to be close to greatness and pay their respects. Real Americans, those people. I love them just as much as they love me. Well, maybe just a little bit less– let’s be honest– but still, I give them huge, huge amounts of love.
Of course, the media will make up lies about this turnout, just like they did at the inauguration.
No conscience at all.
They’d even stoop to blacken the memory of Mary Tyler Moore just to push their liberal agenda. Makes me want to throw-up.
But you know who doesn’t want to make me throw-up?
Mary Tyler Moore.
A real tribute to her race.
A true 9 out of 10.
It’s hard to believe she was taken before Crooked Hillary. Crooked Hillary who is so sick and weak and has those big bug eyes that always make it look like her head is going to explode. And those coughing fits? Awful. Why couldn’t death just take her? Yesterday’s news. She’ll probably be the next to go anyway. .. And then Bill. Both in such poor, poor health. Sad. Thankfully, I don’t have that problem. I am in excellent health. Best health of any President in the history of America.
It’s a fact.
Never had a drink in my life.
And no drugs either.
And let me tell you, it’s not like I didn’t have opportunity.
I had big time opportunity.
Mary, Mary liked to drink. It’s true. She struggled with it, but it didn’t matter because she really could turn the world on with her smile.
She really could.
She could also do it with her ass.
Sweet Jesus, what a caboose!
You’re all probably wondering, did I?
A gentleman never tells, but let me just say that I bounced quarters off that ass. It should have been classified as a secret weapon because that ass could topple regimes. If I had sent Mary, the vintage Mary, young, like when she was doing the Dick Van Dyke Show,
into one of those pathetic, little airport protests, everyone would have seen her ass and just forgotten where they were. Seriously.
You couldn’t say the same for Rhoda.
No, Mary was the real deal, the one and only.
Mary, and I can give her no higher compliment, was a real star– the Ivanka of her times– and America and her allies, will miss her.