I’m right. And everybody else is wrong. I know it all. Also,
I happen to be the president of the United States of America. And I intend to
do pretty much as I damn well please. That’s the daily script. Unfolding in the
White House. Wish it weren’t so. A few years ago, I would never have imagined
such a scenario. It would have been
preposterous. But welcome to the real world everyone. This is the cold and brutal
world. I’d like to be able to pick up. And write the ending. I’d start. By having
men in white coats. Invading the oval office. Placing a tranquilized Donald
Trump securely in a straightjacket. For hauling away to the finest mental health
hospital. Staffed by the world’s finest psychotherapists.
Yes. Yes. Let’s acknowledge. That our president deserves the finest treatment.
With no expense being spared. And let
this be a case study. With a happy ending. No world disaster. And Trump on the road to recovery. Please
gawd, make it happen. --Jim Broede
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