My old friends and I survived Richard Nixon and relished his sweaty downfall. What fun that shaming fall was!
This time around tRump--the cager of children--has been doing his best, out of spite, to hasten the sixth extinction (the fifth extinction took the dinosaurs). But, I say, when times are hard, enjoy the pleasure you find. Watching a malignant, brainless planet killer flail and whine is the next show scheduled. We will now get a year of watching tRump get dragged screaming through the gates of Hell. Savor it.
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