Oh The Drama & The Drama Queens & the Cucks who love them. Please. Never Stop.

Ever. I beseech thee.



Holy double-fried, chocolate-dipped shite sandwich on a turbo-charged douche canoe. I just can't thank the many pencil-necked, pointy-headed, ambiguously-gendered Social Justice Warrior Ninny-twat-tards of this board enough, for sustaining your Trump Derangement Syndrome for O these many months. It is like the entire Universe has conspired to give Your Humble Pimpness,who after all is but a simple goat-herder/man of the people, a veritable never-ending fountain of progressive angst, hysteria and discombobulation, a gift far beyond that which I have any right to expect.

And I fear that there may be a time when your diapers may dry, and your outrage may subside, and you may reconsider the wisdom of melting down harder than any butt-traumatized group of people since the Civil War, and all this sweet, glorious schadenfreude will be over.

Please. I implore you. Eat well. Exercise. Take your medications. Buy a furry friend. Pay for a handjob. Whatever it takes to keep you Drama Queens on top of your game and posting hysterically as if your hair is on fire and your tiny little man-sausage is sad and limp and you just might not make it another day unless you RAGE against President Donald J. Trump, current inhabitant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and permanent inhabitant of your sordid little minds. Because this is GLORIOUS. And it must never stop. I beg you.