There's nothing more tragic than unrequited presidential endorsement. Eminem has denounced Trump in a new freestyle, rapping, "Racism's the only thing he's fantastic for/'Cause that's how he gets his f**king rocks off and he's orange." The diss track has to really sting, especially because Trump once gave Eminem a glowing introduction during "The Shady National Convention" TV special: "I know a winner when I see one. And Donald Trump is telling you right now, Slim Shady is a winner. He's got brains, he's got guts, and he's got Donald Trump's vote."
Sure, it was scripted, but according to Trump's fanbase, he always says what he means. Trump's bedroom is no doubt papered with Eminem posters. Perhaps he tenderly caresses a copy of The Slim Shady LP. As of writing this, Trump hasn't even had the heart to fire back at Eminem on Twitter. He is clearly devastated. He's probably ripping down all his posters and trying fecklessly to break the CD, but can't bring himself to do it. I imagine Eminem's phone is blowing up with 50 missed calls from Trump, and texts that just say, "Hey. Hey. Hey. U up? Need to talk. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hello? Hey." Now Trump's going to spend the rest of the week watching Bojack Horseman and eating Nutella straight from the jar.
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