We live under the cloud of a person whose goal is to exhaust us, who demands an inordinate amount of attention, and who is forcing us to resort to attending No Kings rallies, where we must waste a portion of a perfectly good Saturday demonstrating our distaste for behavior so childish and vile and inappropriate that it boggles the mind.
He’s dangerously vindictive, full of hate, full of himself and at the same time an empty-souled vagrant wandering the halls of power. He’s at the mercy of people more legitimately crafty and evil than he is.
He has always been a spoiled, needy and deprived thug wannabe, enamored of shiny things, wielding power for power’s sake. Shallow, uncaring, unapologetic, bereft of a healthy sense of humor, indifferent to the damage he and those around him are inflicting.
He’s behaving like somebody who eventually sees the façade, all the manufactured “greatness,” come crashing to the ground.
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