....making the rounds on "the internets..."

Dear ****ing Lunatic Donald Trump:

At your recent press conference - more a word salad that had a stroke
and fell down stairs, you were CLEARLY so out of your depth you needed
scuba gear. Within a minute of going off air, your minions were
backpedaling like Cirque du Soleil cyclists.

In India a few weeks ago, i couldn’t get past the bit about your being
the most popular visitor in the history of ****ing india — a country of
a BILLION human souls that’s only 3000 years old, give or take.!!! Trust
me - Gandhi pulled CROWDS.. You pulled a cricket stadium and half WALKED
out...

Do you know how ****ing insane you sound, you off-brand butt plug?
That's like the geopolitical equivalent of “that stripper really likes
me� — only 10,000 times crazier and less self aware.

You are ****ing exhausting. Every day is a natural experiment in
determining how long 300 million people can resist coring out their own
assholes with an ice auger. Every time I hear a snippet of your
Queens-tinged banshee larynx farts, I want to scream!

We are ****ing tired. As bad as we all thought your presidency would be
when Putin got you elected, it’s been inestimably worse.

You called a hostile, nuclear-armed head of state “short and fat.� How
the **** does that help?

You accused a woman — a former friend, no less — of showing up at your
resort bleeding from the face and begging to get in. You, you, YOU — the
guy who looks like a Christmas haggis inexplicably brought to life by
Frosty’s magic hat — yes, you of all people said that.

You attempted — with evident ****ing glee — to get 24 million people
thrown off their health insurance.

You gave billions away to corporations and the already wealthy while
simultaneously telling struggling poor people that you were doing
exactly the opposite.

You endorsed a pedophile, praised brutal dictators, and defended LITERAL
****ING NAZIS!

Ninety-nine percent of everything you say is either false, crazy,
incoherent, just plain cruel, or a rancid paella of all four.

Oh, by the way, Puerto Rico is still FUBAR. You got yourself and your
family billions in tax breaks for Christmas. What do they get? More
paper towels?

Enough, enough, enough, enough! For the love of God and all that is
holy, good, and pure, would you please, finally and forever, shut your
feculent KFC-hole until you have something valuable — or even marginally
civil — to say?

You are a fried dick sandwich with a side of schlongs. If chlamydia and
gonorrhea had a son, you’d appoint him HHS secretary. You are a
disgraceful, pustulant hot stew full of casuistry, godawful ideas,
unintelligible non sequiturs, and malignant rage.

You are the perfect circus orangutan diaper from Plato’s World of Forms.

So **** you mr. president. With a sandpaper strap-on

Oh, and Pence, you oleaginous house ferret. **** you, too. You'll be as
useful as a chocolate teapot against a medical crisis you Bible thumping
cock socket.

Sincerely,

Everyone🤣


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