i had a fantasy today. wouldn't it be cool if t-rump could be put on a teeny weenie planet like the little prince? a little shit-hole planet and he would rule absolutely but noone would hear his tantrum decrees he's be so lonely and pointless and instead of a cute little swamp and fresh air it would be noxious atmosphere, t-rump breath, and the water would be chemical effluvia like the fluid his shrunken mystery nugget brain floats in and his little white golf balls would fly fly fly off into space. i had a fantasy today.