I Had a Vision of Donald Trump Yesterday. In That Vision,

[MineralMan]

Trump was on his back on the floor in his bedroom in the White House, clad only in a soiled diaper. His heels were beating rhythmically on the floor, while his tiny hands waved madly and uselessly in the air. A wail came from his mouth, screaming unintelligible words of rage, fear, and helplessness.

Then, he stopped his tantrum and rage-posted on Twitter. Once the tweet was sent, he resumed his tantrum once again.

That vision is burned into my brain. That vision is how I will see Donald John Trump from this day forward, until he is no longer living in that house behind a cage of fencing.

[5X]

1. Now I have your vision worm.

Thank You.

[Wellstone ruled]

2. Ah,my guess is,

many have had that vision. And it is not pretty.

Technicolor ?