Donald Trump finally made it to Vietnam last week. He tried so hard to get there fifty years ago, but those darn bone spurs kept him from military service time after time. But he was so determined to get there at last that he became president so he could still go on the government's dime. He and his true love Kim Jong Un (he said in a speech that they fell in love) met in Hanoi for their second mating dance. But the love gods were angry, or maybe listless, and Trump came home unfulfilled. Perhaps Kim fell out of love. Or perhaps he is jealous of Vladimir Putin and is playing hard to get. Trump didn't say. His heart little tin heart must be broken.
How many Trumps does it take to screw in a light bulb? Don't be ridiculous. Trumps don't do manual labor. They leave that to the undocumented aliens that they hire secretly to work at their golf courses and mansions.
Trumps many and varied crimes and corrupt activities are finally crawling out from under their rocks, into the light, to be inspected by House democrats licking their lips, interviewing Michael Cohen, and making up for two years of repression. Did Mitch McConnell think he could run the show forever?
I listen to Rachael Maddow's podcast every weekday to learn the things that don't always make it to the TV evening news. She is a gold mine of information. Trump must hate that.
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