SLEEP TIGHT…
What a shame that the first criminal trial for Donald Trump did not start on the Ides of March. But early April is close enough. As we approach the weekend, friends and readers, a momentous event looms on the horizon.
It’s a spectacle that will captivate the attention of millions, shining with a brilliance that’s hard to fathom. But beware, this cataclysmic event is not for the faint of heart, as its intensity could leave a lasting impact.
One might not want to stare to closely at it, for it will be a firestorm of damage. It is Donald Trump’s weekend meltdown. This, my friends, will be the sweetest symphony, the not-so-gentle melody we have been LONGING for.
Trump’s trial starts MONDAY. So, as we all know, this delicious, rant-studded weekend — will be THE weekend. It will be the weekend we see Trump completely lose his mind. It’s not that his mind isn’t already gone. But think of all the tantrums and outbursts the traitor has had in the dead of night, slithering over to the Truth social like some nocturnal night-crawler, vomiting rage, venom, and stupidity.
Now triple it. That is how this weekend, the final weekend before trial, will look for him. I cannot even begin to imagine how low the traitor will go. Who knows what he will say and what imaginary words will float gently into his id to be barked out into cyber-space, by the mentally deranged orange one?
But one thing I do know. It’s a long time coming. After all, how long have we waited? We’ve all been VERY patient. So prepare yourselves. Perhaps brace yourself for the total eclipse of Donald Trump’s sanity. Lunacy will be moving in, obscuring ALL other Trump things, burning brighter and bigger than ever, as the clock ticks and the time dwindles until…
