The old man had a sneaking suspicion the era of his lifetime would eventually be known as “The Age Of Freedom.”
Basically the end of World War II through to 2016. 1945 – 2016. The Trump Junta cannot possibly delay its final move until the 2018 election results are in. Or maybe just exactly then. SWAT teams love to hit just before dawn.
Am I the only one who worries he is being slowly hypnotized by Kellyanne Conway?
Two loser Presidents since Rutherford B. Hayes. That’s like a long time. Skipped every election from 1876 to 2000. During that stretch, every President was the popular choice, the choice of the people. Majority rule, right? Election 2000, hanging chads, Florida, Clarence Thomas. W. Needless war and the Great Recession. Wouldn’t be so bad if you lying, cheating, distorting, false newsifying motherfuckers ever did anything good for The People. Although, that unfunded prescription benefit for elderly writers is pretty sweet.
So, we bring in a skinny black guy to fix shit. Right after he pulls us out of the ditch, they tied his hands behind his back. That’s a red line in the sand right there. You feel me?
Now this. All I can say. ( You know that ain’t true.)
When they all point to a Marine named Mad Dog as the voice of reason in the room, there’s a problem.
NO. Here’s the problem. Always been my problem. If you are going to steal from me, just steal from me. Please, don’t tell me it’s “reform.” If you are going to hit me, dang, don’t say it’s for my own good. And get ready for some resistance.
Exaggerate exponentially the size of the “crowd” at your inauguration – like Russian hacking, obvious for the world to see – much as you hyperbolize the size of your fortune and hands.
And about that White House press room, if you take fifty qualified journalists and add one hundred bozos, is that outreach or dilution? Nice try.
Just sayin.’
