Everyone out there who thought they were ringing in a Caesar and either didn't care or were actively hoping he'd ring down the curtain on the American Republic has now been conclusively shown to have latched onto a dollar-store Nero instead -- and this one can't even play the lyre!
I don't suppose any of his blood-and-soil fans will mind, and no doubt they loved Sunday's blood and blather. Say the word "culture" to 'em and they reach for a club (no, I don't mean the 1980s band).
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1 year ago
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Poor little Donnykins. Still looking in, nose pressed to the window, wondering why those "A" list people didn't invite him to their party. He's got more gold leaf junk than they do, so he must be a winner.
The effusive flattery and hollow praise from a circle of mewling sycophants and fawning lickspittles is an empty, fleeting thing that brings no real satisfaction to the massive ego.
He tells himself that he's the greatest leader of America evah!, and that only the lies of the fake news keeps the general public from acknowledging it. But he knows deep down that ain't true- and drowns out that doubt with toxic positivism, blustering threats, America flavored blather, boasting, and attempts to spray paint the legacy onto the nation he knows he's not going to get.
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