Donald, you little Dickens
Let’s pause in these two days rife with symbolism to thank POTUS for reminding us of one of their most potent images: Ebenezer Scrooge. In this season of miracles, Trump served up an irresistible gem. Honest to Random Chance, he actually started a tweet today with “I am all alone (poor me) in the White House.”
Imagine Melania rushing back to D.C. from Mar-a-Lago, hastily stopping at Costco to buy a economy-sized tub of ego salve. Imagine Donnie wandering around his empty home, with no one there to hear him rant. With his kitchen staff off duty, he’s forced to call Grub Hub to order a dozen McDonald’s cheeseburgers. Those nice Marine guards just outside the White House handle the greasy bag carefully so their white gloves don’t get stained.
The mind boggles. I thought 2018 could not have been more absurd.
Happy holidays, anyway. At least we got to the Return of the Light.
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Anchor Struck 
And he tops it off by asking a 7-year-old if he still believes in Santa. Sigh…every time I think he can’t be any more asinine, he proves me wrong again.
Thanks for keeping up this blog. Your comments always make me smile.
Have a wonderful 2019.
Is there anything he can’t screw up? Thank you for the compliment. I hope to blog more in ’19.