He’s here, there, and everywhere; just the way he wishes it to be. In his unfathomable mind, he reigns over the bounty of the most splendid nation on earth. If only that were still true. This nation, under God, divided by the willfully ignorant, continues to spiral into oblivion. As the liberal media rips every monosyllabic tweet from King Twitler whose sole aim is to titillate the totalitarian teetotalers, the indignant evangelicals swear him into the swath of Jesus’ robe.
Alas, slowly the Emperor’s New Clothes unravel before us. What? There were never any clothes to begin with? But, I thought Ivanka had all that covered? (Pardon the pun.) The masses can finally imagine him with his offspring in prison stripes. It’s coming. I’m off to buy some bubbly since the area I live in will have empty shelves of it once the full-scale of the myriad lawsuits commences. Not-My-President Misdeeds is about to fall in a grand way and I have been waiting for far too long, as have you.
Level up! Power up! It’s time for some popcorn!