It is truly fascinating how one sack of Diseased Junk Trash is able to devalue and bring absolute desolation to everything it is allowed to barely graze. Quite the antithesis to the Midas touch, the ultimate cad is in constant effort to clad its rotten core.
So with such effort toward making itself feel better by lowering the worth of entirety to its own level of rot, and its consistent striving to suck out the life and legitimacy of any “prize” or “honor” for any other living being, could the next award sought by the pukebox occupying the 47th US Presidency be to become the first “female” president?
Is the volcanic puss spewing tyranno sore in the ongoing process of a sex change, and thus also becoming the first transsexual president? And even further, the first male and female to occupy the same presidency?
If so it would provide an adequate reason for the T. Rump’s increased femininity and all that bruising, inflammation, puffiness from ongoing medical procedures. And remember those vomit diarrhea splatter campaign infatuations with Arnold Palmer and DJT’s repetitively shared locker room fantasies?
The movie trailer might go something like . . .
In a world, where a country ending cancer has been festering in the White House of the United States of America, there is further magony brewing.
Inside the cheeseburger brain is a teeny tiny mind in battle with itself. To be or not to be . . . a woman. Jealous of the vice president’s masquera swarming around maggot diseased vision, forty-seven is seeking to become the first lady . . . of himself.
The East Wing Boomerang . . . streaming live on . . .
What next, first black female president?
If such an epitaph is sought by the Deceased Junkie Terrorist, then a final historical note might be—the only president first impeached as a male and then impeached as a female.