My Fat Daughter is full of rage and hysteria right now about her dear Nazi friend’s death

Oh chill out and a hoho.

Bad link-here is one

And another

And another

And another

She's definitely becoming a worse person

Dumb idiot, it was one of their OWN. Killer was a Nick Fuentes follower, who thought CK was too soft for the "new far right". Ha!

Cindy, your fat daughter is a megacunt. And not very bright.

I think poor Meghan is just hangry. She needs to shove some more pie down her piehole.

Meghan misses her old meat drapes before the babies happened..

Of course I know that, r8, but my options as a mother of a middle aged , 500 pound fat globule are limited.

It is too late for abortion or adoption-the only thing I can do at this point is warn the public of My Fat Daughter’s antics, AND PUBLICLY DISAVOW THEM.

[quote]I haven’t seen My Fat Daughter since

Easily the most intelligent thing you have ever said, Ambassadress.

Fuck this fat bitch, and fuck ANYONE blaming liberals. If the guy followed Fuentes, whom Dump entertained at MAGA-Lardo, then he decidedly wasn’t a liberal. Just more projection because they don’t want to take blame.

Yeah guys, you better get your bibles!

My Fat Daughter doesn’t know how to come together in unity with you gays, since you all want her dead.

I don’t think anybody wants My Fat Daughter dead; I do think people would prefer for My Fat Daughter to shut her mouth, for once. I know I have been praying for that to happen since 1984.

Also, can you imagine the size of the coffin needed to bury My Dat Daughter? A grove of mighty sequoias would need to be chopped down to construct it. Cremation isn’t an option; the smoke and noxious fumes would blanket the Southwest and Great Plains for weeks.

Fat, not Dat.

Her posting has caused me to ingest an entire bottle of Klonopin this afternoon.

She needs to take her anger out on a bucket of fried chicken.

My fat daughter is becoming more and more unhinged by the hour. Tonight she posted: "I legitimately don't know how to come together in unity with a group of people that would prefer me and all people like me dead." She is so blinded by irrational rage that she has become psychotic.

The nation can breathe a sigh of relief. My Fat Daughter promises to stay off social media for the weekend.

I wouldn’t assume she will actually do this. My Fat Daughter lacks any semblance of self-control, and her fat husband prefers it when she’s posting reductive ideas to Twitter, instead of shrieking at him.

Blowing up at people is how she gets her little high. She's probably hellish to servers in restaurants. But at least unleashing her rage on strangers on the internet gets it out of her system, and then she's less likely to verbally and emotionally abuse her kids. It's genetic; we know how John treated Cindy.

Well R18, I don’t wish her dead, but I wouldn’t object to it.

It sounds like at r19 even Meghan is aware she crossed a line.

Maybe she can spend the weekend managing all her feelings by eating them.

Well, as expected, My Fat Daughter was unable to stay off social media for the weekend.

My Fat Daughter’s fat husband posted something on X, so she had to use her engorged, Cheeto dust stained fingers to post some inane quote from the Bible.

My Fat Daughter doesn’t have a drop of self control in her hairy, 500 pound body.

The Battle at Dolly Madison

A lot of people are calling My Fat Daughter "fat". But you have to remember: she's pregnant right now. Once the baby is birthed, she'll be back down to 250 lbs.

After she births this cherished son (likely to be named John), she can stop having kids. Then, she can start taking weight loss drugs. I think she should try the drug that Sarah Huckabee Sanders and Kristan Hawkins are taking; they really slimmed their fat asses down.

Trust me, nobody is allowed to forget that My Fat Daughter is pregnant. She has become even more strident and even lazier as the weeks go by.

Recently, My Fat Daughter insisted we have lunch at The Olive Garden (she loves the breadsticks but can do without the salad). Waddling over to the front door of the restaurant, she stopped suddenly.

Instead of using her considerable body mass to open the door, she began shrieking, “HEY! HEY! I AM JOHN MCCAIN’S DAUGHTER AND I’M PREGNANT AND I’M HUNGRY! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!”

The hapless hostess opened the door to see what the commotion outside was about, and My Fat Daughter shoved her out of her way, the poor teenaged girl landing in the shrubbery, as My Fat Daughter lumbered over to an empty booth and started yelling for service-“HEY! GET OVER HERE AND BRING ME 6 BASKETS OF BREADSTICKS STAT!”

Sigh-when will this end?

We all think La Ambassadoress “Grande Gateau” McClain is a troll, don’t we?

That’s too obvious, isn’t it. I’m not using a question mark to protest myself.

My fat daughter is a cunt. Just like her mother.

R24 I love you.

I'm sorry, Ambassadress, but I do not believe your Fat Daughter has ever read the Bible. So her quoting the Bible is heresy that mocks God.

You got me at the McDonald’s crack OP

Ambassadress, is your fat daughter, on top of everything else, schizoid?

My Fat Daughter isn’t schizophrenic, r32. My Fat Daughter is so consumed with anger she can’t keep track of her screeching proclamations on social media.

And My Fat Daughter has a persecution complex. She has been waiting for years for an event to occur where she, a wealthy obese famous white woman, can claim victimhood. And My Fat Daughter thinks the death of her Nazi friend is just such an event.

I don’t think Charlie Kirk would have liked a loudmouth woman who likes to shrilly share her opinions on everything and dominate a microphone, but My Fat Daughter seems to admire him.

Your Fat Daughter is really letting her pregnancy whoremoans get the best of her.

Why do all these fucking weirdos keep going on about God and Jesus?

I'd hesitate to describe her behaviour as normal on The View, but most of the time she at least managed to be civil and discuss things in a respectful manner.

But reading the above tweets makes her seem fucking crazy. Presumably she was always like that, though.

your fat daughter takes up too much space, literally and figuratively.

other than being a senator's daughter, what are her accomplishments to justify why she has a platform

My Fat Daughter’s primary accomplishment is being the morbidly obese offspring of a Senator, r36.

She has a platform because I begged John to get her out of the house ,so I could consume my Klonopin in peace.

My Fat Daughter is bombastic, unrelenting, and has a 500 pound body capable of deadly force. Talk show producers give My Fat Daughter a platform because they’re afraid she will sit on them if they say no.

[quote]My Fat Daughter is full of rage and hysteria

I'm pretty sure that's not all she's full of.

This morning’s diatribe from My Fat Daughter.

She wants you woke liberals to know you’ve lost your souls, and that the new fun trend in mass shootings is trans people taking a cis white man’s job.

My Fat Daughter also removed her post about staying off social media. Like her 57 attempts at Weight Watchers, My Fat Daughter couldn’t stick to a plan for 24 hours.

My Fat Daughter sounds quite deranged this weekend. I wish I had a tranquilizer gun, a giant net, a stack of 25 Big Macs as a lure, and a dozen Teamsters, to help me trap My Fat Daughter and drag her to a fat farm without internet or cell service.

Dear Lord. How many times did Rowena and I tell John that Cindy only had that figure because of her non-stop Vicodin use and that under no circumstances should she carry a female fetus to term? But, by the time the sex test came back Cindy was too sentimental about it to do anything. That poor thing---I had a better figure at my 105th birthday party.

The reviews are in-and My Fat Daughter’s rage fueled X meltdown has been condemned by multiple people.

I have warned My Fat Daughter repeatedly to not post on social media when hangry. After all, My Fat Daughter’s inane observations can wait until she’s consumed a light snack of a side of beef. But, as always, My Fat Daughter insists she knows best.

Meghan B. Privileged

[quote]"Meghan, we live in the same building, and I just walked outside. It’s fine," she wrote.

Perfection.

As annoying and hypocritical and insincere and narcissistic and self-serving and performative and unintelligent as most people—of many political persuasions!—consider you to be, Meghan, we don't want you dead. Honestly. That may disappoint you, but it's true.

Your fat daughter is apparently your fat retard daughter.

Now Meghan is platforming Tulsi 'anti gay marriage' Gabbard on her podcast.

Didn't Meghan used to say she supported gay rights?

Wow. Her grammar is excellent.

[quote]Dear Lord. How many times did Rowena and I tell John that Cindy only had that figure because of her non-stop Vicodin use and that under no circumstances should she carry a female fetus to term?

Roberta, please. I think we both know that this is the outcome associated with fetal alcohol syndrome. Cindy must've been REALLY knocking them back in the '80s!

[quote] My Fat Daughter is full of rage and hysteria

And lasagna, and cheesecake,

My Fat Daughter is back at it, after a day or so of relative calm (she gets gassy and bloated after polishing off 8 Subway Sandwich catering platters, so I assumed she was lying in her bed, belching as her poor gut expands).

My Fat Daughter now states that anyone who thinks the man who shot her Nazi friend is conservative, has “serious cognitive and mental deficiencies.”

Personally, if I spent the last four days shrieking and throwing a deranged tantrum online like My Fat Daughter, I would avoid questioning the mental stability of others, but we know My Fat Daughter is not capable of reflection.

Sigh. Pumpkin Spice season is here. Maybe My Fat Daughter will drive her car through the entrance of a Starbucks or a Trader Joes in one of desperate, ravenous hunger pangs. That might keep her quiet.

This will end in tears... and stress eating.

I can smell her nappy pussy…..

The Battle at French Fry Creek

How long before Meghan shoots up a Hometown Buffet because they ran out of chicken tenders?

While the song “Hips Don’t Lie” blares in the background?

Minnie needs to bake your Fat Daughter one of her special shit pies.