United States Privatized Mail Service

But we are also in an era of chronic premenstrual syndrome. Dear leader, in touch with his feminine side, is at once irritable, mean, bloated and bitchy. Those are the good days. He has freely admitted to being “in love” with North Korea’s leader, Kim. He fawns after Vladimir Putin like a high school girl with a crush. PMS.

I believe we all have a bit of a love/hate relationship with our post office. There is definitely some PMS at work, from the surly attempts at customer service, to the mail carrier who insists on delivering my mail on the ledge of my now insecure mail box. We might agree that some tidying and tightening are clearly in order. Let’s not be so stupid as to assume that dear leader is interested in streamlining the postal service at this moment in time merely to make it run more efficiently. A manager Trump is not. Remember, it takes a special kind of stupid to bankrupt a casino.

So the plot is now as thick as the burly rope around the hyoid. President for life or life in jail. Even us average Americans would have to agree jail is a bad deal.

As further proof that DJT is the messiah, he walks on quicksand. Talk about compartmentalizing multiple personalities…yikes Scooby. His endless drivel has become our waking nightmare. And everyday I walk into work at a casino in Las Vegas, I am reminded how stupid we all really are. “Ma’am I need you to put on your mask.” “Fuck you.”

Thank you for playing.