And the Rude Pundit gives us a play by play (with extremely bad language. Hide the kiddies):
And then you hear Trump is going to Mexico to meet with the president of the country, Enrique Pena Nieto.
Okay, okay, you think. This is awesome. Your hero, the shiny orange knight, is gonna stick it to that Mexican motherfucker and tell him what’s what and what’s gonna be and, yeah, fuck yeah, you’re gonna build that fuckin’ wall and you’re gonna thank us when you do it or we’re gonna take an economic shit all over your stinking country. You ignore the fact that Pena Nieto is pretty much despised by his own citizens, who think he’s a corrupt dickhead. You ignore the fact that Pena Nieto’s accused of giving financial favors to friends, pretty much the same thing that Trump is accusing Clinton of doing, except way more blatant.
And then you take a break at your job to watch the press conference after Pena Nieto and Trump have met. You think, Goddamn, this is gonna be good. Except…well, shit. They sound like a couple of regular goddamned politicians. They talk like nothing bad happened. They say they have much in common. Trump talks endlessly about how much he just fuckin’ loves Mexicans, how “tremendous” they are, how hard-working. You feel a little dizzy. What they fuck have you believed all these months? Who the fuck is this guy?
Even worse, when Trump is asked if he brought up the border wall, he says, “We didn’t discuss who will pay for the wall.” You feel a little sick to your stomach and you get a cramping and an urgency in your bowels. Trump called the Mexican president his “friend.” Oh, sweet Jesus, what is going on? ….
Because now you know. You’ve been played. You’re the sucker. It’d be like dying and waking up in Muslim Hell. Everything you’ve believed, everything you’ve argued for, it’s all just a big fuckin’ lie. Tough guy Donald Trump walked right up to the president of the country that sends us rapists and drug dealers and planted his tawny lips on the guy’s ass. What a fucking wuss.
Welcome to reality, Trumpets.
Hey, Mr. Tangerine man just played a song for you. Only the words and the melody aren’t what you expected to hear. Your ears were all tuned to Metallica and Guns and Roses, and your straight talker gave you Barry Manilow and Olivia Newton-John.
“Who pays for the wall? We didn’t discuss,” Trump had said when asked by a reporter during a news conference following their meeting in Mexico City. “We did discuss the wall. We didn’t discuss payment of the wall. That’ll be for a later date.”But Peña Nieto later claimed the two had discussed the wall and who would pay for it — and he had “made it clear” to Trump it wouldn’t be Mexico.“At the start of the conversation with Donald Trump, I made it clear that Mexico will not pay for the wall,” Peña Nieto tweeted, after their meeting Wednesday.
We’ve been telling you, “don’t be a fool,” and your candidate just played you for one. You gonna stand for that? If you do, then you’re an even bigger fool than he knows you are.