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Forget that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Forget that I lie on my taxes and in all my business transactions.
Forget that I attempt to eviscerate anyone who speaks a single word against me.
Forget about Trump University, which made Harvard seem like a school for dummies.
Forget that now and then I used those secret documents at Mar a Lago for toilet paper.
Forget that I begged the folks in Georgia to invent 11,000 nonexistent votes for me.
Forget that I egged on a mob that might have strung up a few unpatriotic senators.
And, please, forget that I lost the 2020 election—cause I didn’t.
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You know, when people first suggested to me that I am the Second Coming, God’s Chosen, the Holy One, I just laughed it off.
Being so modest, I resisted comparisons to Christ, being brought up to think that there was only one One-and-Only.
But look at me:
I am beloved.
I am respected.
I am idolized.
I am demonized by the unholy.
I am perfect.
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So, that leaves me with only one question that I need to decide on:
Which do you think looks better on me, the MAGA hat or my crown of thorns?
Problem is that there are a great many people who don’t read or see this (accurate) information, and also do not listen to what the Moron actually says. Lots of them say the economy was “better” under Trump (not true), and, apparently, when they do hear his racist and sexist remarks, they don’t actually “hear.” I actually think it would have been a good thing to have cameras in Alvin Bragg’s courtroom starting this Monday, but it’s an important trial, and it might–I’m far from optimistic–initiate a trun.
Might Melania finally, finally have enough?