Rosie O’Donnell is a foul-mouthed, far-left, Hollowood “personality” and a Donald Trump h8ter. The very fact that O’Donnell is respected in “progressive” or “entertainment” circles should tell you all you need to know about progressives and entertainers. Stupid people actually pay to see her “perform.”
She’s threatened to leave the U.S. if Donald Trump is elected, but we’ve heard that empty threat before. Honestly, just the idea of her leaving the country and never coming back is more than enough to make me just not vote for Trump. I’ll write a big check for him too.
She went after him again last week at a concert and called him…, well, you can hear it for yourself. Since it’s Rosie, you know the language is foul so don’t complain if you click the button.
The opening line of her “comedy act” consisted of her telling the crowd that she was “depressed because I f*****g hate that orange piece of s**t.”
Rosie, there’s a cure for that kind of depression. Please feel free to jump off a very tall building. In Mexico. They’ll feed a thousand hungry people off your fat carcass in tacos for a month.
Rosie also seems to have a thing with her crotch, though I can’t for the life of me imagine why. Remember when she was asked to sing the National Anthem and finished up the off-key rendition by grabbing her crotch? She’s at it again.
She went on a tirade – during the tirade – insisting she wasn’t going to say his name and then grabbed her crotch and yelled, “Eat me Donald.”
Rosie, I’ve seen the women Donald Trump hangs out with. He wouldn’t touch you with Bill Clinton.
It turns out that most of the crowd wasn’t impressed. Several shouted for her to “get off the stage” and there were a number who wished her a new life outside the U.S..
We can only hope she’ll get out. I’m not holding my breath, but I will enjoy listening to her whine for eight years.