Our Fratboy King...

I mean, are you fucking kidding me? this is a world leader whose personal space is being violated at a major summit meeting, very formal, very ordered. you can tell by the vacant look on his face just how engaged he is with the world.

and this? is he our fucking king? deigning to speak with mortals? barely able to tear himself away from devouring the baby legs and puppy tails stuffed into his yawning, yellow-fanged maw?

I say, good show, Dear Leader: you make the rest of us slobs look positively classy.

(and off topic, but funnier than the above, click here at the top of my comment and watch John Stossel, Super Asshole, get bitch slapped)