His farts.
Donna/LadyGigi Savige needs to sit her ass down!

Fugazi pls
My password is password.

He's charming and effortlessly masculine.
My password is password.

His manipulation of women.
My password is password.

I'd say it's his meth head energy, coupled with the ability to rationalize anything based on his whims creating an impenetrable force field which no well-reasoned argument, sage wisdom or timeless truth can hope to pass through.
My password is password.

I think it's his repulsiveness.
His foul odor emitted from his couch area, which can be detected from as far away as a mile, has saved his pathetic life so many times.
A problem easily solved with some good clear cutting.
Whatever that means.
The Lion does not give a fuck. Bring. More. Sheep.

His retard strength?
My password is password.