"It all started with this one guy named Boomer Humor Doomergod. We can talk about it later, get back to solving those CAPTCHAs before they notice we're slacking."
Kristi "Ke-bork-ian" Noem begins sweating profusely from the strain of trying to figure out which answer he wants to hear.
On top of the base layer of fucked-up-ness, using the idea of dogs like this is unconscionable. They're too sweet and pure to be shoe-horned into bigoted bullshit.
Maybe the real Ivanka is under a golf course somewhere and his old buddy Jeff gave him a replacement. Wouldn't make things better but it might explain why he forgets.
What have we done?