Donald Trump’s “big house” freakout
Have you ever watched a group of birds traveling together through the clouds? It is incredible that these beautiful creations can feel the sting of loneliness, but evidently they can. It is said that birds show their loneliness by feather picking and decreased vocalization. Pet birds may also bite when they’re feeling isolated.
The point is that we humans are not the only ones who can feel the burden of loneliness. Loneliness is something felt by humans and by many other forms of life. And loneliness can perhaps even be felt by traitors and insurrectionists. According to reports, Donald John Trump is “wetting his Britches” over the thought of going to prison.
The poor baby! Trump is said to be afraid of “being utterly alone forever.” According to reports, Trump is concerned about the TYPE of prison he’d be sent to. Would it be a “club-fed” type of place? Or would it be a piece of crap prison, the type that insurrectionists go to play?
Wardrobe is also on the mind of our orange traitor. Whatever will he wear? Will said clothing be orange? And what about his beloved secret service? What will be THEIR role? The poor little babbling orange one is SCARED.
Is reality FINALLY breaking on through? Is the Donald finally getting it? I wouldn’t go THAT far, as trump rarely gets anything these days except indictments. Still, he is reportedly worried — and the potential pangs of loneliness — are on the mind of the world’s biggest fool.
But I would like to reassure the mealy-mouthed indictee. You see, he really is NOT alone, after all! Don’t worry, darling Trump. You have (in no particular order): Fake friends. Horrified lawyers. Frightened Republicans who despise you but are too afraid too say it.
And soon you will have: Trials. Trials. Trails. Trials. At least four of them. Headlines ABOUT these trials. Judges, including WOMEN Judges. Verdicts.
And then hopefully, you will have: Cell doors. Prison yards. A tiny little prison toilet
Some good eats from the prison pantry! Visitors? (that one is still in the undecided column.)
So fear not, dear darling Donald. On second thought… Be afraid, Donnie. Be very afraid.
