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As he took another measured sip of whiskey that slid over his tongue, down his throat, tickling every tiny taste bud on the way, he wanted to carefully savor this taste that would lull him, comfort him, and dull his senses. He said it helped him think. Liar. It helped him stop thinking, because thinking is all he did, and if his plan was not unfolding the way he expected, thinking was not what he wanted to do.
As old as he was, he was always surprised when the “power of the pen,” his pen, his words, failed him. He had difficulty understanding a man that did not or could not read, the President of the United States. What a joke, a horrible joke on the American people. Stupid, stupid, uneducated, unread sheep that called themselves Americans.
“Make America Great Again.” These were not Trump’s words; they were words created by Andrew Breitbart and himself. Donald ripped them off. The man was a complete moron. Someone that lies, cheats, and steals to make himself feel better, if only for a minute.
And with John Kelly, The White House Guard Dog, literally sitting at the entrance to the Oval Office, the inner sanctum, where the perverse idiot’s fat behind sat pretending to work. There was no easy access to America’s dear leader. Everyone at the White House knew that Kelly was installed as the babysitter of the Commander-in-Chief. Kelly was chosen for this special job by Jared and Ivanka Kushner, with the hope of curbing Donald’s constant Twitter feed that repeated Fox News like a trained monkey. “Fuck, what a shit-hole the White House has become,” thought Steve Bannon.
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