I had to LMAO, he referred to himself, as “a hopeless optimist.” What the hell does that mean? Gave us the “things are starting to come together” routine, which means, I have worked so hard, you all are doing better and I deserve some time off, seventeen days to be exact. He has no shame.
If I was a complete ahole, buffoon, and assclown and I got myself not only elected president but reelected as well while the economy was in the toilet and America was in retreat all over the globe, all the while mouthing a bunch of horse hockey about Big Bird and lady parts, I think I’d be a hopeless optimist too.