It’s a start, Donald, but even you must have an inkling that the firings can’t end with your in-way-over-her-head DHS secretary. Ms. Noem is the tip of the iceberg.
It comes down to you. You need to go, too.
For some god-forsaken reason, you’ve been able to commandeer the ship and steer it toward the rocks. On purpose. You’ve shamfully (no sic) taken the oath of office—twice —fingers crossed both times, and proceeded to deep-six the responsibilities that come with the position of POTUS.
It’s never been about patriotism or God, or caring. It’s always been about you and your empty soul, you and your “deal making,” you and your fixation on material wealth and self-enrichment and loopholes and distractions and chaos, and a crippling need to get even with… somebody. What are you even doing here? How could someone with such misguided aspirations make it as far as you have?
You’re a walking, talking lie, Donald. You’re the fake—not the news outlets who have always seen right through you. You’ve somehow attracted a legion of sycophants who are more than willing to back you up, sanction the incompetence and the hate, kiss and cover your ass.
You don’t love America. You’re just an act, and a horrendous one at that. So the hook is coming out, and the curtain is descending. Hopefully it’s in time to douse the fire you’ve started in Iran, you piece of shit.
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