Donald Trump is at his end

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“I want to be loved!!” This almost inhuman cry in the night was heard Tuesday night, from Truth Social. Love and Donald Trump really should not be mentioned in the same sentence. But mention them I will because Tuesday night, Trump posted on Truth Social a rather bizarre statement.

First, Trump was mad that the GOP lost the New York special election. In typical Trump behavior, though, he blamed everyone but himself. Trump mostly blamed the candidate herself because she didn’t endorse him. Trump does not seem to realize that had she endorsed him, the candidate would likely have lost by even MORE.

Trump accused her of trying to “straddle the fence,” and he also put forth this somewhat bizarre statement, consisting of one very odd line, “I WANT TO BE LOVED!” That’s right. Donald Trump is lonely. He MUST be lonely to post something like that.

Donald Trump wants and needs to love and to be loved. However, that can’t happen because to love, one must have soul. To BE loved, one must have humility. Donald Trump has neither. Online many speculated why the biggest traitor walking the planet would post such a seemingly bizarre thing. And many answered Trump’s cries for love:

“I will love your prison uniform.”

“stop whining, loser.”

“The lard wants love!”

“Trump is crying out from the butt whipping he just got.”

“Another fat Elvis meltdown, this time about love.”

“It just keeps screaming.”

“I’ll love you if you promise never ever to make us see your ugly mug again.”

“Lovin spoonful of traitor.”

“Go to sleep, old man.”

“Looking for love in all the wrong places.”

“Dear Trump: Happy Valentine’s Day. We need to break up. Love, America.”

“Imagine loving this fat azhole.”

“It’s been two decades since any Republican won the popular vote.”

“Sums up his whole life.”

“Loved, no. Hated, hell yeah.”

“Jack Smith loves you!”

This week is shaping up one to be one of the worst of Trump’s life. He will get little love from any of his Judges. He will, however, continue to be the lonely laughing stock that he is.