Pouring My Art Out

I suddenly realized what is actually going on, sometime last night, while watching republicans defending Trump’s performance in the debates. When Trump ended up as the nominee, for many of them, it was like being told by their doctor that, due to ‘complications’,  they would never be able to have another.

This explains everything. It explains why, no matter how poorly he does, they still love and support him.

“Oh, look at him, reading words off the teleprompter! Isn’t he presidential.”

“See, he didn’t say anything horrible about women or minorities… for a whole hour!!!”

“I know, he steals other kid’s lunch money… but that is just part of his brilliant business model for success.”

Well, little Donny isn’t special… (I mean, he is ‘special’, but not in a good way)… He isn’t precocious and too smart for his own good. He is a mean-spirited little bully, and you have spoiled him rotten. He has no boundaries, and he doesn’t play well with others. Try a little discipline, for crying out loud.

Better yet, put him up for adoption. I’m sure that nice Russian family will take him.