The Emperor Has No Immunity
The empire is broken, and the emperor
entertaining himself in his nightly briefings
has no immunity.
If ever a ghost rides to shoot, it has no better
retreat.
He is a hollow man, head stuffed with delusion walking on
broken glass, his deliberate disguises, tasteless gibberish,
vindictiveness and obfuscations, misbehaving before the world, show he's a fading star of a new reality show the great decline of American empire -- promised greatness
and delivered a twilight republic upon the shoulders of
his eccentric idiocy, no great communicator rising to occasion,
only an empty man whose end shall come with a whimper and not a bang.
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