Another day for Dear Leader as he sits alone in his
hidey hole musing over what to stir up next, a toxic sludge begins to ooze out of his lizard brain landing onto his security blankie, aka, his twitter machine. Counting on a "perfect" hateful message to use for slinging more poo at his enemies, he smirked and was ready. Being driven by revenge and breathing heavily with his open anal shaped mouth, he continues. After deciding which vile dishonest and vindictive words to write, he's primed and eager to conjure up one of what he considers to be a "perfect" tweet ... his hate reaches a climax. Satisfied, he hits send. Dotards cult is now feeding on their diet of daily tweet hate. Momentarily the orange one slides into his fight zone and is at the ready to continue with his vicious assaults on his opponents. Although he's proud of what he believes to be his major accomplishments, he knows he's in deep dark doo-doo if he can't pull off another win. The bloated turd concludes he must conjure up another evil and disgusting diversion ... and we wait.
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