Hey, Bae. Why you so unbelievable, huh? You need a Snickers® or something?
I don’t fuck with politics. I don’t have a political bone in my body. I can’t list all the past Presidents in order and the years they served. I can’t extrapolate on all the different branches of the government. Nor can I really explain to you our judicial system.
I do, however, fuck with priorities. So TELL ME WHY the FOTUS is planning on hosting an impromptu awards show that no one gives a shit about? Instead of trying to keep North Korea’s finger off the trigger, he’s STILL whining about Fake News. Here’s a headline for you Donny: NO ONE CARES.
Even if I’d never seen pictures of you holding your daughter the way men hold women they’re sexually involved with. Even if I’d never seen and heard video of you spewing sexist, mysogynistic rhetoric. EVEN if I hadn’t watched you talk the American People in circles during the election. ALL it would take was a cursory glance of your TWITTER account to know you are wholly unfit to be President of the United States. How we, as the American people, let ourselves end up in this particular pickle I will never understand.
But come on bruh. This ‘fake news’ bullshit has GoT to stop. Only children throw tantrums when they don’t like what others have to say. Especially if it’s true. I mean, I know you have tiny hands, but are you a child? You have to emotional maturity of what, a five year old?
If you won’t be honest with yourself, at least be honest with us. As the 45th President of the United States of America you owe it to us. AND GET THE FUCK OFF TWITTER. Just…Let it go, Bae.