This is the stage when errbody just fucks with the bad guy as he loses his grip. Shakespeare had Richard III dreaming of the people he destroyed, their spirits telling him to “despair, and die!” before the fateful battle.
Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations.
Tomorrow, in the battle, think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword: Despair and die!
(to RICHMOND) Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep.
Dream of success and happy victory.
Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee.
He’s deserved it, and we will look with cold eyes as he falls, and spit on the ground. Damn him, let the devil take him. Children have died because of him. Damn him.
My happy thought for the day: if we get rid of both these motherfuckers (or should I use that term with Pence?) at one blow, the Speaker of the House is next in line.
And don’t rain on my parade, please.
On Tuesday, Trump had changed his excuse for delaying the aid, telling reporters he had done so because he wanted “other countries to put up money.”
Apart from the glaringly obvious fact that he is pulling excuses out of his butt executive time, I am perfectly willing to believe that Trump would think that he can demand that Germany cough up aid to enable Ukraine to buy American weapons.
None of which changes even the slightest little morsel of the gigantic treasonburger that is our current POTUS.
