"Donald Trump visits Asia." What other four words strike more fear in one's heart? How about, "No meds; no parental supervision"? Okay, that was five words, but you get the point. I'm waiting for him not so much to embarrass himself and our entire country. That's a given. Rather I'm terrified that someone or something will piss him off enough that he'll ask for "the football" and give the unchecked, unbalanced order that some country (you know which one) "be met with fire and the fury like the world has never seen."
For all we know, he'll probably wind up nuking the Japanese, because some poor presidential chef might refuse to ruin Trump's Kobe beef steak by overcooking it, as per Trump's well-known preference. Anything could happen with that lunatic, such are the levels of his staff's self-serving enabling, coddling and knee-knocking deference to his psychoses.
I'm trying to think of something that will give us all some hope that what I've just written isn't even in the realm of possibility. Maybe it's the jet lag - just arrived in Burkina Faso last night - but I can't. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to hope for the best while knowing that just when you think things can't get much worse with this administration, there's always one more swish in the toilet bowl. Thanks, Donald, for doing all that you do when do what you do. .
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