——What a load of drumpf
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I envision you in a smoke filled room, your ashtray overflowing by about 500 cigarette butts, smashing the keyboard with one finger as you type (several broken keyboards lay nearby on the stained rug). Your unfinished manifesto on your desk, nearly complete, 4,000 pages done, only 1,500 more to go, but committed to your cause:
‘I NEED TO GET THAT MANIFESTO DONE, BUT BUT BUT, IF I CAN ONLY LET PEOPLE KNOW THAT TRUMPS GRANDFATHER WAS NAMED DRUMPF THEY’LL VOTE FOR THE FACE OF GOD!!!!!!’
I can honestly say, in my long life, I have never seen someone hate someone else so much, that they even hated their grandfather’s last name. That’s some deep hate.
Carry on. You are doing God’s work (I guess?).
And that vivid imagination of yours has produced another inaccurate characterization. The first time it told you that Drumpf is going to make America great again. Now, the characteristics of my life.