So he has to make shit up - like how he's ended 10 wars, and he's built great companies, and he got the Olympics, and he warned us about bin Laden, and he's brought in $10 trillion of investment in American business, and and and - it's all in service to him believing he should be getting the praise he knows deep down that he doesn't really deserve, and never will.
And as his grand plan to take us back to the glory of the 1890s heads for the shitter, he has to grasp for ever weirder notions to keep from having to admit that he's failed up for the last time. There's nowhere else for him to go.
It would be a sad thing except for the fact that 75% of us know that what he deserves is to get ass cancer and die the worst, most painfully long and drawn out death ever.
What's sad is that 25% of us still think he's the greatest thing since perforated toilet paper.
And what's even sadder is that the mass destruction of our democracy is what some of them have wanted for 50 years, and were hoping Trump would do for them.
THIS SHIT CAN ONLY END
ONCE WE'VE STOMPED ON THEM
UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
BUT A GREASY SPOT ON THE RUG

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