Hey, buck up, he could die tomorrow 🤞🏼
That’s the one thing that keeps me sane. I’m sick of people pretending that Trump is the most powerful, the most perfect, the most squeaky clean American man in the world. Stupidly believing that he was anointed as God’s chosen one, when he’s really a thug, a fraud, a con artist and a weak, dying old man. Bedridden on his deathbed from his poor health and old age is the perfect punishment for him.
When it happens I will be disappointed, that it will never happen again.
I fully believe we won’t know when it happens because it will be Stephen Miller and Pete’s grip on power that they can’t let go of.
True, but he will still be dead and we will eventually get to celebrate.
Don’t threaten me with a good time!
Can we do something like a rain dance, but for him? All of us, every day, at the same time?
Optimism can come from anywhere
The waiting is the hardest part.
Why wait? He could be dead already tonight!