Trump, twitter and coronavirus
On Twitter, late at night, you’re a big tough guy calling people out and spitting in their eyes. But in the real world - you blubber and you blunder, like inside your head there’s a fire in the dumpster. Your call to drink Lysol was a typical, deadly, Trump proffer - your handling of the pandemic an incompetent slaughter. In the face of unrest you pour fuel on the fire - a dead BLACK man? You're a trouble amplifier. Texting on Twitter you’re a liar and a punk - when trouble breaks out, you hunker in a bunker. You’re America’s undertaker, our commander-and-thief - a living, breathing catastrophe - leading America disastrously.
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