Narcissit in Chief
Nothing ex temp from the heart, nothing from the soul. Just the trite words written for him by some flunky English major graduate from the University of Chicago.
What a cold, heartless ghoul. He might as well have been the weatherman giving his nightly report on the temp and humidity.
This president has to sing "Happy Birthday" to himself to remember his own name.
Leni
To stage alright. This way to see the actor in chief.