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On this episode of BEST PRESIDENCY EVER, we look at the funniest f*ck ups made by Trump and his Administration

Ever have a day where you feel like you’re bad at everything? For an instant confidence boost - just take a look at how Trump and his administration has handled his entire presidency. You’ll instantly feel A LOT better about yourself.

On this episode of The Best PRESIDENCY EVER, we’ve gathered our favorite funny people to reflect on Trump’s dumbest decisions and help YOU decide if he’s qualified to do this job for another four years (spoiler: he isn’t). Here are some highlights from the episode:

1. Trump intentionally causing a government shut down (that cost the economy 11 billion dollars) to get funding to build a wall that literally does nothing.

Government shutdown: $11 billion

Budget for Trump’s wall: $21.6 billion

The fact that Trump’s wall doesn’t actually hinder illegal immigration: priceless

2. Trump feeding the Clemson Tigers fast food because he forgot that his completely unnecessary government shutdown meant that the White House kitchen staff wasn’t working and he had no other options.

Imagine being a college athlete, winning a national football championship, getting invited to the White House, just to be served served lukewarm fast food because your president forgot that his ~~temper-tantrum fueled~~ government shutout would impact the kitchen staff. Trump, you could’ve just Venmo’ed them all $10 so they could’ve picked the food up themselves and at least enjoyed the fast food at something above room temperature.

3. The amount of turnover in the Trump Administration

If you were applying for a job and saw that your desired company had a high turnover rate, you’d be concerned - right? So it is somewhat terrifying to witness a high turnover rate in the administration that is leading our country.

ABOUT BEST PRESIDENCY EVER

This show looks at the funniest (and most disturbing) moments from the current presidency. Watch every episode here:

https://www.funnyordie.com/best-presidency-ever

CREDITS

Creator:

Joel Stein

Executive Producers:

Joel Stein

Marci Rosenberg

Henry R. Muñoz, III

Mike Farah

Joe Farrell

Kimball Stroud

Brian Toombs

Executive Producer and Showrunner: Isaac Feder

Co-EP: Charlie Forsgren

Produced By: Funny Or Die in partnership with philanthropists Marci Rosenberg and Henry R. Muñoz, III.

Head consultant: Dave Thomason

Consultant: Jocelyn Richard

Consultant: Miles Grose

Editors:

Jacob Strunk

Joe Rubalcaba

Bryan Avilla

George Trimm

DP: Sebastian Jungwirth

Talent:

Joel Stein

Hal Sparks

Rachael Harris

Frangela

Cheryl Hines

Keke Palmer

Stephanie Beatriz

Al Madrigal

Lamorne Morris

Sherry Cola

Jena Friedman

Marcella Arguello

Graphics: Joe Humpay

Line Producer: Brenda Blair

Post Supervisor: Pam Zamoscianyk

Consulting Producer: Karen Hamilton

Researcher: Pablo Goldstein

Production Manager: Jonathan Burns

Best Presidency Ever is produced by Funny Or Die in partnership with philanthropists Marci Rosenberg and Henry R. Muñoz, III. Executive producers include Joel Stein, Marci Rosenberg, Henry R. Muñoz, III, Mike Farah, Joe Farrell, Kimball Stroud and Brian Toombs. Isaac Feder is the showrunner and executive producer.

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Celebrating the inspiring achievements of AOC.

Today, we celebrate Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and her inspiring career path. The youngest woman ever elected to Congress, AOC is making noise in all of the best ways.

Join us and Momento Latino for Essential Heroes: A Momento Latino Event, a special devoted to celebrating this country’s diversity, focusing on Latinx culture. This exploration of the Latinx experience as told by Latinx voices will feature musical performances, comedy pieces, docu-shorts, and star-studded appearances, all to honor the contributions by, and bring joy, awareness, and aid to the Latinx community - just like AOC’s.

Tonight at 9 pm ET/PT only on CBS.

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I don’t care how old you are, you suck

Dear Toddler with some pretty Loud Opinions,

First and foremost, the fact that you most certainly cannot read yet must be acknowledged, so before I begin I’d like to please request that your parents or whoever is in charge of wiping your butt recite this letter to you on my behalf. Preferably after naptime, because you should be sharp and attentive while you listen to this. You owe me that much.

Our first exchange occurred in the Pasta & Asian Foods aisle; your mom left the cart in which you sat in the middle of the aisle in front of the dry pasta boxes, despite the fact that she herself was farther down inspecting different tomato sauce jars. Decidedly bad cart etiquette. I just needed to get to the rice noodles, but I couldn’t fit my cart to get by on either side, and moving someone else’s when it contains a child that is not yours is also, decidedly, very bad cart etiquette. So, there we both stood —sat, in your case— waiting for your mother to choose between Prego or Bertolli.

As a general rule I try not to stare, but you, sir, clearly do not adhere to the same code of conduct, considering you sat there, slack-jawed, staring at me with your fistful of Cheez-Its and no sense of shame.

Fucking rude, but whatever. I, being the bigger person both physically and figuratively, chose not to engage, and carried on my way.

The next time we would meet would be in front of the dairy coolers, your mom grabbing some 2%, me struggling to reach for Chobani at the back of the top shelf. I didn’t even know you were there until you made yourself known. It was just a small chuckle, and most wouldn’t have even noticed it, but I did, because I knew it was for me. No— at me. I glanced over from my awkward reach inside the cooler, and there you were, eyeing me over your shoulder from the cart, smashing Cheez-Its into your face. Were you chuckling at me? Laughing to yourself as I struggled to grasp one of the last remaining cartons of oat milk?

I have to assume you were, which is pretty fucking bold for someone who’s still trying to nail the “Wheels on the Bus” hand motions.

Our final encounter occurred at the very end of both our grocery journeys, when I joined what looked to be the shortest checkout line. I thought I had seen the last of you, but then the woman ahead of me moved to the front of her cart to begin placing items on the belt, and there you were. You and those goddamn Cheez-Its. I have no idea how long I stood there, watching you eat crackers and drop a lot of them onto the floor because you have poor hand-eye coordination, but after your mom paid and began pulling the cart forward to load it with bags, just when I thought I was home free, you uttered your parting words:

“Hello Ugly.”

I was in shock. There was a long line of people behind me by this point. The cashier heard you. Your mother heard you (and did nothing, I might add, what the fuck lady). You called me ugly in front of everyone in checkstand five, the “Get Well Soon” balloons, and God.

First of all, fuck you.

You didn’t even call me ugly the way most toddlers would call strangers ugly, something along the lines of, “You’re ugly.” No, you said it like it was a long-held title, like you were greeting me as if we were old enemies. Well guess what, we are now. “Hello Ugly.” The audacity. The gall.

Secondly, I don’t know how long you were waiting to hurl those two devastating words at me, but I do know it was no coincidence that you waited until you were almost out the door. You cut me down exactly when you wanted to. You waited until there was a crowd, and when there was just enough time to see the look on my face, but not enough time for me to do anything about it.

This was calculated. This was evil.

Thirdly, fuck you!

Look, I know that I wasn’t exactly dressed to the nines, but who gets dressed up to go to the grocery store in the middle of a Tuesday? And not even Gelson’s or Whole Foods, but goddamn Ralph’s! Who are you to judge what I looked like, anyway? You were wearing a shirt that said “Beach Day” with a smiley sun on it.

It’s motherfucking October, idiot. Dress for the season.

Finally, you couldn’t even see the majority of my face. There’s a pandemic, moron, I was wearing a mask! I could look like Margot-fucking-Robbie underneath here. I don’t, but I could. You don’t know!

You don’t know shit, because you’re a stupid baby.

The only thing I regret about that fateful day was not getting the chance to say that to your dumb, Cheez-It covered face. Thank you, though, for teaching me something about myself: I now know I would definitely fight a toddler. If they start shit, I will fight any toddler. I don’t care. If we ever meet again, step up, see what happens, punk.

See you in Hell,
Sloane