President sHrillary Clinton
I remember burying the “President Hillary” nightmare with a stake through its heart on Election Day 2016, thanking God that a clear and present danger to our Constitution was dead. Yet the nightmare followed me home, the Walking Dead, and it has continued to knock at my door and peek through my windows daily as more and more flesh sloughs from the corpse.
I’m not sure whether I need garlic, holy water, or a silver bullet to stop its perennial returns. If you think the democrats of our past three years have been unbearable, imagine how terrible those years would have been if Hillary had successfully stolen the election!