He’s just begging now
What we’ve wanted — what we’ve hoped for and desired — has come to fruition. It took a while, but it finally arrived. That thing is horror. Donald Trump’s horror. HELP Me!! In horror films, few arrives to help the ones who cry out in the night for someone to save them. Donald Trump is no different.
Yes, this cry in the night — this scream, the type of scream nightmares are made of, came from Donald Trump himself. Long time coming, yes? But it’s here now. Help me!! This empty cry went out to Republicans, with Trump pleading from Truth Social, with them to do something — anything — and do it fast.
“None of these trials should be allowed to begin prior to the election. Republicans must get tougher and smarter, fast.” So finally, after all this time, we see that Donald Trump is experiencing the one emotion we’ve longed to see from him — fear.
He is pleading for help. It will not come. As the trees rustle outside, Trump pleads. As the winds in the willows whistle, — Trump trembles. As we all prepare for sleep this evening — Trump will be yelling. He is terrified. The bats in Trump’s mind are out of control now, and mental anguish is the name of Trump’s game.
And those bats beat on his thoughts, perhaps tantalizing him with the realization that he CAN’T GET OUT OF THIS ONE. Hence the calls to Republicans — the cries and the pleas. The screams for help and the begging — that awful, awful begging — the begging of a loser.
