ail, i guess dj t.rump hath fulfilled his juicy juicy contracts, 
scuz old gingerboy's pulling his death-jet fuel pump hose out 
unless i guess there's a slim chance he's lying, 
and he's sold 
enough weapons of mass destruction to satisfy his corporate masters wait can that ever be and build and build more towers more resorts more golf courses 
around the make great america great empire. yip.
grrreat.