Four more years of deficits, terror, mayhem, bodies coming home in bags, constitutional shredding, arrogant righteousness, weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Four more years. I don’t feel well.
Four more years of deficits, terror, mayhem, bodies coming home in bags, constitutional shredding, arrogant righteousness, weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Four more years. I don’t feel well.