There are a few occasions in life when you just have to throw up. Maybe you had a few too many Jell-o shots last night, maybe you shouldn’t have eaten at that mysterious taco stand, maybe you shouldn’t have inhaled those past-their-prescription-date pills. Good news! Now you can forego the ipecac: Donald Trump is here to fill your vomiting needs.
In yet another horrifying public statement, Trump went off-script this week (surprise) when he was supposed to talk about taxes in North Dakota. Trump stated, “[Ivanka] wanted to make the trip. She said, ‘Dad, can I go with you?’ She said actually, ‘Daddy, can I go with you?’ I like that, right?”
Trump’s relationship with his daughter has always been queasy: Who among us has never forgotten “If Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her,” much as we’ve tried? Now, we are all plagued with nightmarish associations with the formerly benign, sweet-when-a-small-child-not-a-grown-ass-adult-says-it word “daddy,” because Trump likes to be called that by his 35-year-old daughter. We may never stop throwing up.