There's madness that's tethered, no matter how remotely to reality. And then there's howling at a moon you alone created (Oh, Donald. You've done it continuously since you began to talk!)
Why must I ask, again? Is the former betrayer in chief serving a life sentence for mass murder? And none of this ankle strap crap! I wish fervently to see the barred door close and hear the finality of a great Clang!
Aw, c'mon folks, admit that this would make your day too!
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