What. A. Load. Of. Crap.
I repeat:
What. A Load. Of. Crap.
The Charlatan-in-Chief conned and colluded his way into the White House, and his number one ruse: What are we going to build? A wall (with a great, big, beautiful door). And who's going to pay for it? Mexico!
The MAGA idiots fell for this con like flies on a pile of orange dog crap.
Now the Fraud-in-Chief, who couldn't even close a deal with Monty Hall, has declared a National Emergency.
What. A. Load. Of. Crap.
I cannot believe the our tax dollars are now set to pay for the vanity project of a moron. What a COLOSSAL waste of money.
The entire scam calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Conjecturing a Crisis" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Conjecturing a Climate" (below on the right).
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: Conjecturing a Crisis For unsuspecting Fools – Adds urgency to Why We – Are Shivering from this move To a suspicious Country To satisfy a Toad – Who bloviated by Degree – And erased – our Rectitude – | By Emily Dickinson: Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns – Adds poignancy to Winter – The Shivering Fancy turns To a fictitious Country To palliate a Cold – Not obviated of Degree – Nor erased – of Latitude – |