when will these trumplings learn that everybody hates them and nobody wants to see their faces until they’re in an obituary notice.
The first thing I do every morning when I wake up is open Lemmy hoping to see the headline that Trump is dead. One of these days will be the best day of my life.
I am not even American, and I have already prepared a collection of small bottles of rum for when specific evil dickheads dies.
And when Trump dies I will immediately book a table at a fancy restaurant for my family to celebrate.
I will have to temper things to a degree so I don’t get fired for my strong and vocal opinion, but there will be celebration. Nothing in writing, but I’ll tell anyone I don’t work with exactly how I feel about the situation. In my head, I’ve already had the argument/conversation with my conservative neighbors that will be upset about it. I will have no shame, and I will bury them in insults and facts. Burn every bridge that doesn’t pay my bills. They may not even be good arguments, but I can always fall back on them supporting a pedophile rapist. That’s indefensible.
I’ll have to get cameras and lights to keep on my flag to prevent someone from stealing it or lowering it. I recently played with a buddies slingshot on a camping trip. That would be fun.
I do want to see that notice, don’t misunderstand me, but it’s not that I want to see their faces then.
They pay people to convince them otherwise.
Oh goodie. I was hoping that a member of the Trump family would put their foot in it.
Anyway how’s her Albanian island takeover pet project going? Hopefully it’s come to a permanent halt before it even started.
