Mad King Donald, or “Don’t Cry for Me, Mar-A-Lago”

It appears that in the last days of 2020 and in the last month of his nominal presidency, Donald John Trump, husband of former so-so softcore porn star Melania Trump, is doing his level best to destroy as much as he can of the Country before he is dragged, kicking and screaming, out the door of the White House.

One hopes that eviction will be shown on national (hell, INTERNATIONAL) television, so that we who loathe him might enjoy the moment.

He vetoed the defense bill just before Christmas, but I’ve been given to understand that there are enough votes to overturn that veto, and he finally signed the most recent COVID relief bill the day after people lost their extended unemployment benefits, so they’ll have to reapply at this point, stressing an already overtaxed (no pun intended) system even further than it has been this year.

He seems to be doing everything he possibly can to make the biggest slurry of shit he can for President-Elect Joe Biden and Vice-President-Elect Kamala Harris to step into on day one, after noon Eastern time on January 20, 2021.

Of course he’ll promptly blame anything that results from that literal shitshow on Biden and Harris, just as he blamed anything that resulted from his own piss-poor governance in his one term in office on President Obama.

With The Donald, it’s never his fault. It’s always someone else’s fault.

What must he have been like as a child? No wonder his parents sent his sorry ass off to military school, but if that was supposed to make a “man” out of him, those in charge at that institution of learning should face Court marshal.

And don’t worry about Mar-a-Lago.

Last I heard, their response to the knowledge that he plans to move there on a permanent basis (in defiance of the rules he agreed to when he bought the place) are in the process of filing suit to prevent that from happening.