Scribblings

What makes me nervous

The POS currently sullying the White House is in a bad mood because of the recent loss of the House and the general mockery of his inability to handle rain or an umbrella. Under most circumstances, this would be funny. I mean, the guy’s a true asshole and watching him squirm as the world notices should be amusing. But it isn’t because this asshole has access to nuclear weapons.

You know who else has access to nuclear weapons? Kim Jong Un. Yep, that great nuclear deal POS put together turns out to have been made of gossamer. Pretty, see through and so weak an infant’s exhale can blow it away. And an infant did exhale. And his name was… you guessed it, Kim Jong Un.

Has it really been less than two years that we’ve been swimming in this morass of shit that he led this country into? Can we even remember a time when America was admired and its leaders welcomed with parades in foreign countries? Those memories seem to be fading way more quickly than they should.

Even if we survive the next two years, we will all need therapy for the rest of our lives to get over what this ass has done to our national reputation and beliefs. All the morals and ethics we once wanted to believe this country stood for have been trashed by the vileness and hate he spews on a daily basis.

My dream is to live long enough to see him and his family do the perp walk on their way to long prison sentences.

A girl can dream, can’t she?