No more “winning so much we will be tired of winning” for the weak and flaccid loser!
All hell breaks loose as The Don watches his insurrection on TV,
and marvels at his power.
With The Don’s chances of stealing the election vanishing, some Republicans are talking about taking out a page from the South’s 1860 playbook as they float the idea of secession.
The virus rages, and so does The Don; but Santa is still coming to
the White House.
The Don continues to spin his own alternative reality about the
election. Rumor has it that the Republicans are looking into the TV show “The Walking Dead” for signs of fraud that dead people voted.
The Don still hasn’t conceded, but contemplates running again in
2024. Tell you a secret Don: You can’t run for office from jail!
America exhales; and the big, orange, sore loser refuses to accept that he has been booted out by the American people. Democracy rules, and The Don drools!
The fly took residence on Pence’s hair like it was an Airbnb.
The ‘Super Spreader in Chief’
doesn’t care if other people live or die. He will return to his evil ways and not be humbled at all.
The Evangelicals are going wild. What irony. An amoral president,
who (hush, hush) is pro-choice, and who is more likely to have read Mein Kampf than the bible, appointing the most pious of people.
The Don continues to feed his need to be loved by having large
maskl-ess rallies, putting his adorers in harm’s way.
The Don vows to protect America from mayhem, but decided that the people dying from this pandemic are not worth protecting.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the slow completion of their appointed rounds.
Facing the prospects of defeat in the election (surprise, surprise!), The Don suggests it should be postponed.
Ivanka wants you to take advantage of the pandemic and use it as an opportunity to “Find Something New.” How about a new president!
As the virus goes in for the kill, The Don puts his energy into killing Obamacare!
Since The Don’s magic trick of wishing the pandemic away is not working, he decided to show everyone how he can drink from a glass with one hand.
The cancer of institutional racism merged with the pandemic to further challenge the idea of American exceptionalism.
The Don’s disinterest in people dying is a genocide of neglect.
The Don decides not to open the country on Easter, but will have the Easter Bunny with him to a press conference from his golf course.
Barr gets out his Monopoly board, and looks to give Roger Stone and Mike Flynn “Get Out of Jail Free” cards.
Impeachment looming, mocked by world leaders, The Don focuses his nimble mind of lightbulbs.
Who is “-1”? Only Rudy knows for sure.
Group psychosis envelopes the Republicans as any remnants of a soul is gone forever.
As public testimony begins, the surround-sound sycophantic Republicans go full-throttle into chaos mode.
The one-man team called “The Don” takes on the impeachment team. Stay tuned to Fox, who will be airing the game!
Rudy Giuliani, the number one butt-dialer, finally tells the truth.
Trump betraying the Kurds is no surprise; he would betray his own mother to help Putin.
The Don’s paranoia about impeachment has the Don calling McConnell all night long.
The Don is losing it, and blames Barron for Ukraine problem.
“All this talk of Ukraine is insane!”, The Don screamed, “Honesty is my middle name. You should all look in to Hillary Clinton. Some serious things, serious things.”
If the DNI doesn’t give up the goods on whistleblower information, he should be held in contempt of Congress, and offered an orange jumpsuit on the spot.
The Don has no racist bones in his body, just a racist soul.
The Don looks to his friendly trolls to help him win an election.
Kim Jong-Un smiles at The Don and signals to him that he really is a “dotard.”
Another chaotic week, and The Don wants to talk oranges!
For Flynn, the turkey has come home to roost!