Our illustrious African interloper was away golfing in Palm Springs over the weekend on our dime while these men continued to rot in jail and the Middle-East went to hell in a hand basket.
Moreover, he’s already dodging a mountain of scandals including abuse of power and office, treason, treachery, sedition, tyranny, and lawlessness, to name a few.
He figures: Hey, it was Father’s Day weekend! I’m a fake father and it was my right to take time off while the world burned.
He cares not one iota that his first priority should be to take care of this country and its people; spending our money while having fun should be his last priority.
He’s not a king and he’s a president in name only. He sure as hell isn’t my president. He’s just a slug from Africa.
He’s nothing more than a propped-up, small-time fucking punk from the Serengeti Plain who hates America just like his deadbeat daddy taught him to, so he’s not even original.
He laughs at how he abuses us, and we are either forced to take it or lose our freedom attempting to remedy the situation, even though our Constitution gives us this right.
For this conundrum, Congress is to blame.
All but a scant few of them should go down in history as the worst bunch of cowards, crooks, shit birds, ass kissers, halfwits, narcissists, and brain dead double-dealing shysters to ever hit Washington D.C.
What we need is a 150-million-member posse to hit Washington and hang all the tyrants and traitors in one fail swoop.
Who’s with me?
That’s what I thought…