POTUS has been itching for an easy kill. Them supposed drug-runners blowin' up in night vision in realtime just ain't movin' the juice anymore. Needs a country with a bunch of run-amok towel-heads to fricassee. Yeah baby! Scorch some terroristas on national TV. That'll learn 'em. Red meat for the base. Look out Nigeria, our extrajudicial killer-n-chief has an itch.
Of course our Orang-in-charge would never stoop to such Jethro-like guttural spasms such as these. Ney, Admiral FlimFlam only bears the din of a NYC boy-thug to work his magic with. Must be working. He still has a fat following. He could diddle your little sister on the front lawn in front of mama's ol' Chevy truck and you'd try for a selfie with the Diddler-in-Chief in the background. "Smile sis, let 'im nut and we'll git us a little Donnie. Hell yeah! Tickle y' taint, sir?"
I hate it when I come up with shit like this because you know I'm not reaching. This stuff really does write itself. And we should all be afraid of that. MAGAts aren't burning their hats. Even if the wind changes thus and the MAGA is seen for what it is--a cauldron of hate painted red and white, it won't matter.
It's what makes a true believer a true-believer. Sticking to the inside of the pot even when emptied. The stain on the inside of the cauldron, there is the true-believer. Think I'm kidding? Never underestimate said folk. Especially if the cauldron is big enough...
