Alone With The President's Thoughts
It’s 12:30 on a Thursday morning or is it Friday or Sunday no it’s not Sunday I’d be at Doral or Mar a Lago or….Bedminster, I’d be at Bedminster it’s too thick and sticky at Doral in June it is June, right, it is June and November is just a few months off and those Democrats are going to steal the election again, aren’t they, they’re going to steal it I’ll show them I’ll order the Post Office to not deliver any mailed ballots and all those fake votes from the Somalians and Mexicans and cartel members and the MS-13 that Stephen tells me about every day won’t be able to steal this from me…
Oh, look at this video, doesn’t it look great, I look so great in it, big and manly and strong, ready to give hell to those ragheads in Tehran and those dirty commies in Havana. Love it, there’s a re-truth for TrumpLover56, what a nice lady she seems like she Loves Trump been with Trump from the beginning because she loves a winner I’ve made America a winner again, we’re winning so much that those lunatic Dumbocrats are just shitting themselves and they’re afraid of what i’m going to do next they should be afraid of me maybe i’ll just go send ICE into their offices in Congress and arrest all of them they’re such lousy fucking traitors. Oh, I like this, look at this picture of me with the Dumbocrats cowering in fear below me, i look like that Gozer chick from Ghostbusters with the lightning, what a great movie, Ghostbusters, that Lenny guy was a great mayor, reminds me of how Rudy was, a good tough mayor who wasn’t afraid to tell that EPA weasel to piss off and let the good guys with their nuclear guns save the day. I’m gonna re-truth that, MAGAPatriot2007, smart young man, real handsome, bet he kills with the ladies, of course, nobody killed with the ladies like Trump did, not even Jeff on his best day.
I miss Jeff, I miss partying with him, I miss the girls he’d find, because boy, they loved Trump, they couldn’t get enough of me, six foot three and lean and athletic and could go all night and be back at my office by 8 am, I was a tiger back then. Goddammit, look at me, I know the doctors are lying to me, I know something is wrong, they keep telling me my weight is fine but it’s hard to move every day and my golf swing is starting to get fucked up and I can’t go play with my grandbaby Kai as much as I want or with Witcoff and I’m always bruised because they tell me they can only use my hands for the medicine so my hands look like shit and they’re always taking blood and running tests and the only one I like is that cognitive test because I ace it all the time. I can draw the clock perfectly and repeat the words they say back to me without any problems, but i hate those MRIs they’re so small and you can’t move and have to stay still for so long and I hate staying still I need to move around to feel good I need to be doing things because it’s going to be my 80th birthday and I’m not gonna be like Sleepy Joe where I sound weak and pathetic, I’m going to sound strong like a good leader should and I can’t wait for those cage fights in front of the White House it’s going to be incredible you know, I’ve gotta idea we should do for it on Saturday I’m gonna call Dana right now and tell him my idea, he knows what a good promoter I am and he’ll make sure to add it because nobody knows how to pump up events like Trump does because they only made one of me, but if there was two of me, it’d be Dana or Vince, man, Vince is having a hard time lately, I keep getting the SEC and IRS off his back, and then he crashes his Bentley and that girl is still suing him and they still won’t let him back at Wrestlemania even though he invented it and that’s his show and they just took it from him because of some Me Too shit, yeah, I know what it’s like to be persecuted, Vince, me too, alright.
Oh, that’s right I need to call Dana, but let me just check my Truth Social one more time and yeah, look at that picture of Chuck Schumer looking like a giant nerd with his glasses and giant nose, yeah, Roy warned me a long time ago about him, what’d he say, that he was an ass-kissing schmuck from Brooklyn who wasn’t smart enough to run a dry cleaners let alone be in government and he came around wanting scraps from Roy’s fame because Roy was a winner and I’m just going to re-truth this and maybe one other and then I’ll call Dana with that great idea wait what was it again…..