Does his heart belong to Vladdy? Or, for him, is it forever Kim? Either way, do the cockles of his grease-laden atria bespeak an Axis of X’s and O’s?
Let’s see. In 2013, he wrote his drippingly sincere mash note to the crazed, genocidal Putin. In it, he pines to become the eventual Ukraine-blitzer’s “best friend” (whatever that may involve, wink-wink). But poor Vladdy! Five years on, his fond, dear Trumpy fell for another! After a whirlwind series of summits with the berserkering Kim Jong-Un, the archly romantic then-Leader of the Free World could not contain himself. With syrup enough to give us all diabetes, he gushed “He wrote me beautiful letters and we fell in love!!!”
Aww. Is that sweet, or what?
Granted, there’s another side to Trump. For instance, he may have raped E. Jean Carroll. According to court reports quoting his first wife (which she later claimed were somehow “misunderstood”), he tore clumps of hair from that now-deceased spouse’s scalp before carnally forcing himself on her. According to a woman who was 13 at the time she says she was ‘introduced’ to him (and who, facing death threats, clammed up), he repeatedly and violently violated her, as well.
Oh, well. Look on the bright side! To fellow potentates, he shows nothing but love, sweet love. Doing so (on Valentine’s Day and every day), he proves beyond all doubt that his heart, mind, and soul are in the right place- smack where a beaten, resurgent top dog’s need to be. Right???