Here’s my morning prediction prompted by Obama skewering Trump for “losing his Twitter”
…. how Freudian can you get?
“Apparently, his campaign has taken away his Twitter. In the last two days, they had so little confidence in his self-control, that they said, ‘We’re just going to take away your Twitter.’”
We all know the psychology of this self-deluded man’s man testosterone fueled privileged to grab an woman’s p***y and believe she’d be honored to be sexually assaulted by the Macho King.
We know how his vanity is off the charts, even for a world class narcissist.
We also know he has an obsession with his hair.
He also wants to put his name on buildings, really big buildings, the best and biggest buildings...
Poor little Donnie, had his twitter taken away.
Anybody want to put odds on him taking back his twitter and whipping out a lot of tweets today?
Related: My story from yesterday featured a poem —
This reminds me of what I wrote this some 60 years ago when our male cat was about to be castrated. The cat’s name was Demetrius, but I’ll substitute Donald:
Trump considers himself to the the Alpha Male Cat, and he sure does spray an offensive, noxious, corrosive substance when he marks his territory. Sorry for the imagery… back to my point...
I didn’t dare use this title for fear of offending a few readers who always object to language they don’t deem appropriate for family hour/