Trump’s Trump Forecast?? It now appears the president is forecasting his own volatile and out-of-control rage on the entire nation.
“You know I smoked a lotta grass. Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin’ that my spirit could kill.” — Easy Rider
Nature abhors a vacuum, so there’s a new shit rag in town, the National INQUISITOR©.
“MAGOT” MAGAzine— an acronym for “Make America Get Over Trump”— (good luck with that, fellow optimists), is our latest, and tiny hands down, most traumatic find to date.
President and fulltime game show host, Donald J. TRump, was spotted while not tweeting on Sunday as he prepared to award some losers in striped shirts, The President’s Cup trophy— a nasty looking gold-plated spitoon-like thing, nearly big enough to fit on TRump’s head.
You may own guns and you may even own tanks; but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.