El Jumbo Dumbo hugs himself and sighs about all the things he and Vladimir have experienced together.
In Moscow, Putin shrugs and smiles, then tells the oligarchs gathered around him (speaking in Russian), "That American asshole, he must be queer for my gear."
Updated 1:19 PM Tuesday: El Jumbo Dumbo is the kind of creep who's never invited to parties, but crashes them anyway, then drops his trousers and takes a dump in the middle of your coffee table. The simple fact is that Dumbo is a worthless slob who visualizes himself as a superhero. Every American with intelligence a bit above average recognized the staged attack by Dumbo and Shady JD against President Zelenskyy in the White House for what it was, and was nauseated by it. Now that most of the world hates his sorry ass, Dumbo is demanding that the injured party make a televised public apology to him.
Pussydent 1/2 x 47 is still a total waste of shit. He's hoping to let Putin have the Oval Office, while he'll relocate into a renovated White House storage closet.
When the Soviet KGB recruited him as an asset under the code name Krasnov in 1987, El Jumbo Dumbo worked for the Russians secretly. His loyalty to Russia is no longer concealed, because he's proud of himself.
Jumbo Dumbo pretends to be a tough mob boss with his tariff threats, but as soon as everything backfires on him and the U.S. economy destabilizes, he earns the title Pussydent again. All big talk and chickenshit.