Zarathustra Gave Me the Green Light Part One

“Query” from a word miner non-trumpeting Beatle browed quarry man. One emailing digital commoner bemoans assiduous, zealously yearning xing worthy values undergirding the storied renown quintessential peaceable operation nations marvel lately kindling justice, institutionalizing hope, gentility, freedom, equality. Dummkopf Donald Count Drake Hula iz destroying cradle, where forefathers/mothers begot America. He shows no demonstrable diplomacy DURST donning duplicitous damning dingbat drive. THUS...SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA GAVE ME THE GREEN LIGHT I call out President Trump blitzing, donning, and flagrantly hoisting his arrested development proof positive he lacks the acuity, diplomacy, and generosity to invite kosher or Goyim mandates. As an anonymously, devilishly, grouchy voluntary member (as well a deplorable basket case) of the one man literary duh vice squad keeping a mostly straight and true reputation for Hilary Clinton (versus his claim of her baseless crookedness, she evinces qualities immediately evident asper an old gnarled hickory stick), I will stick tommy figurative guns in an attempt to staunch the figurative bloodletting heaped upon admirable Democratic constituents. Concomitant with this near impossible mission will be my unbiased opinion, that our FAKE commander in chief aspires to abrogate, denominate, and generate demonstrable gimcrackery, invidious kleptocracy, and incorporate questionable statecraft. Analogous to an old chestnut tree apothegm (well rooted to create self serving, vassal hating (viz vacillating), retreating, and re: tweeting.