Donald Trump’s sedition fever dream

| 6:00 pm EST December 5, 2022
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The United States constitution is the gold standard by which we live by. It is sacred. And Donald John Trump has called for the constitution to be suspended. We told you. He’s getting worse. Donald Trump, on Truth Social, has demanded that he be installed as the rightful President.

Trump said that “massive fraud” allows for the: “termination of all rules, regulations, and articles, even those found in the Constitution.” Finally. Finally, Donald Trump, grifter, false prophet, traitor, and insurrectionist, FINALLY has removed the last mask of sanity left in him.

And now he sings a lonely lullaby—a lullaby of sedition. Last week it was Nick Fuentes. This week he has called — he has actually called for the suspension of the United States Constitution. There are few lullabies vile enough for Trump.

I hate to see the word “Constitution” even come out of his mouth. But at least now the world knows the truth — about the Donald, what he wants, and what he craves. The Presidency isn’t what he wants. Do you remember Trump doing ANY work when he was in office? I don’t.

No, what Trump wants, in the spirit of a baby with no formed thoughts, is the prize. “My woeful wail, do you pity never?” He wants the shiny gold object that alluded him, casting him into the shadows of loserhood.

“When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.” And Trump still — STILL -to this day, like the infant he is, thinks of literally nothing but the Presidency — a job he never wanted in the first place. “Like the head of a scary giant. One who’s looking for a crying child.”

He cannot stop himself. It’s in his DNA. “Hush, little baby.” You can bet every single republican will be asked about this. That is likely why many of them will keep television appearances to a minimum, perhaps this week.

“Then sandman will rise up and knock quietly on the door.” Trump, when he is finally arrested, will no doubt continue to sing his sad and terrifying lullaby. It will tremble out of his mouth daily. But it won’t matter. He is out of power forever.