Nicknames Aplenty

By Jim Hagarty
Punn Titt Inc.
On January 15, I published a long, long list of nicknames that have been given to the Nicknamer-in-Chief by readers of online news stories about Donald Trump. That was the second or third list I had published. In the 23 days since then, I have accumulated another whole host of names. Some are pretty crude and I would not share them about anyone else but Trump. What gives me a pass, in my mind, is that he feels no shame in disrespecting people, even his colleagues and the leaders of other nations, with nicknames. So brace yourself. Here goes:

Dotish Dotard Dodohead; Don the Con; The Orange Barf Bag; Orange Shithole; Donald J. Garbage Fire; President Crazyballs; Scrooge McDumbass; Orange Turdbaby-in-Chief; Deferment Don; Cadet Bone Spurs; Dickfuck; Herr Dumbfucker-in-Chief; Herr Gropenstuff; The Ginger Jackass; President Evil Orifice; General Geranium; Trumpcrud; Dumfuk; President Clump; The Orange Ebola; The Mistake; The Dogshit-in-Chief; Shitler; The Shitbag-in-Chief; Dopey Don; The First Toddler; Orange Baby Hitler; The Marmalade Monkey; The Orange Toilet; The Orange Quisling; Orangeanus; Fat Nixon; The Orange Jabberwock; Kentucky Fried Nero; The Marmalade Menace; Urine Top; President Dorito; The Mouth From Hell; Fuehrer Tweety Bird; President Crazy Pants; Clown Pants; Orange Baldy; His Baldness; Trumpinov; Mr. Grab Them by the Pussy; Emperor Hiro Cheetoh; Shithole Jebus; Trumpastiltskin; The Orange Turd; Trumpypants; Clown Boy; Tweety Amin.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 65-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.

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