I suppose it’s important to project confidence when your bowels are spilling out on the abattoir floor, but this tweet really makes me wonder what channel Donald Trump is watching. And on what planet. (I assume he’s talking about the impeachment hearings and not a Three Stooges short.)
Aaaaaaaaaand … the inevitable replies from members of the sane community:
Question: Is the Adderall in Trump’s alternate universe spiked with psilocybin? Because that tweet doesn’t reflect anything that I’ve seen today.
We’re about two days away from Trump showing up at the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the night with Kleenex boxes on his feet.
And I, for one, can’t wait.
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