MY KNUCKLEHEAD SANDWICH

Today, after my bike ride through Audubon Park, a load of laundry, a front porch sweeping and a bathroom cleaning, I sat down to eat my lunch and, as I usually do, turned on CNN to catch the latest headlines.

I am trying to lose weight, so already I'm ahead of the game, because there, in all his unappetizing, nauseating lack of glory stands Donald J. Trump spewing word salad from his anus shaped, puckered mouth. 

We already know hydrochloroquine is ineffective against COVID19, but he's spouting it's "wonderful treatment" usage.  We already know the pandemic is out of control in the country, but there he is dissing his own pandemic team leader, Dr. Birks, and saying she is wrong and he is right.  America is healthy and well!  The virus is firmly in control in his mind.....and his mind alone.  The cheese stands alone, the cheese stands alone, hi-ho the dairy-o, the BIG STUPID STINKING cheese stands alone.

The great orange pumpkin of Ozlandia speaking in nonsensical, incomplete sentences and talking about what "we have coming is going to be so great".  (He has never delivered on anything he's promised that was "coming", so we already KNOW (A) Nothing is going to happen or (B) Whatever does happen will be yet another Trumpian-sized disaster.

This knucklehead still has believers......still has followers......still will get a percentage of votes in the next election.

And that astounds me.

Donald Trump is a joke.  So is his family.  From dumb Eric, to plastic Ivanka, they provide a source of comedy that is endless and rampant.  Don, Jr., might want to legally change his name after this fiasco of an administration gets flushed down the annals of history.

So, I propose, when Joe Biden walks away easily with the next election in his pocket, we send out engraved invitations to the Knucklehead Bawl.......where rubbery chicken and humble pie will no doubt be served at the only property still solvent in the Trump portfolio .... Mar-A-Laughable.  (It will only be solvent because of Russian contributions.)  It will be the event to end all events - all the class of a WWE  wrestling bout, and a send-off for those knuckleheads still believing in their Clueless Messiah....who was pinned under the weight of his own ego.

The road to hell is paved with lousy politicians, thieves, rapists, murderers and con-men.  And hell is awaiting these fools --- making special arrangements so that every single thing is just so.......hellaciously DIVINE for each and every one of them.

I swallowed my sandwich, with dignity,  remembering, ever so fondly, that the attorneys of the Southern District Of New York are working hard today.  Harder than this piece of human excrement sitting in the Oval Office ever worked.