Trump. A word that is supposed to mean that one card is automatically better than another card. No real reason. Just because somebody says so. And you play a different game/round, suddenly something else is "trump". It's fickle. Unsupported by logic, but rather by chance or happenstance. WHY HAS NO ONE WRITTEN ANYTHING ABOUT THIS?!
He's done a lot of great things for America so far. He's provided American with a racism litmus test. HOW APPROPRIATE THAT IN A LITMUS TEST THE PAPER TURNS RED. WHY HAS NO ONE TALKED ABOUT THIS?!?!?!
I'm trying to think of other metaphors and ways to exploit what I think about Trump. I just feel bad for his supporters. Like, they know they look stupid, right?
I've nothing else to say. Well, nothing that's not been said. Said by me, though, Donald. I needed you and you left. I want to make things that count. Things that will be new. Something of my own. I'm tired. I'm running on 6 hours of sleep, the past two days combined.
In other news, Japan won't let its emperor retire. And he's sick. Sadface. So here's a picture of him.
Because I refuse to post a picture of Trump.
Forgiving the Body Which Grows My Wings (Part I)
June 6, 2016
The First Day of the Rest of My Life (attempt #4?)