yeah but one asshole of trumplandia resigned today and the rest of the scum will be flushed by time sooner rather later all the donnie johns will chemically flush all and there will be no parades.

that being said mister was feeling super today and my tired heart responded though weakly as he nudged and grinned and rolled, why don't i feel that way? and may he be my twinned heart plumb line today of all days. even though his skin rashes and his hair falls out and he's still stiffer or less misteriously and the pills do little to nothing but go to specialist bank accounts and holistically i seem to be able to do precious little, the world be damned, he's happy!