What a bomb. Laughed off the stage, demented and weak, delusional and ignorant. A murderous criminal, too. Armed and dangerous, maniacal and deranged, gutless and heartless. A pathetic American.
The future will sort out the sordid details, but the future won't care much, let's all move on. Remember the tyrants and the fooled tyrant followers. Put their words inside their mouths, put their writings up their wazoo, put their hypocrisy in lights. Mock alot, they deserve it.
Tell us another folksy story about the good ole days in Scranton, about most of your grandkids, about most of your blood offspring. The patriarch, the trunk of the tree, the rock of the family, the man. Shuffle on, find a seat, you look a little withered. Karma has taken its toll, but it's got a long way to go, this is a dirty person. The fruit of his spirit seems rotted.
