— POLITICO (@politico) August 3, 2016
Obama, what a slob. Could he get Mexico to pay for a wall? Fat chance. He couldn’t even get them to pick up a check. I eat at the best restaurants, never pay a cent. I’ve slept with the top women in the world. I’ve had more foreign affairs than an airline pilot, believe me. But he reads briefing papers, oh, I’m so impressed. I could take a leak on his briefing papers. I don’t need a briefing. Only pussies need a briefing. Oh, Mr. President, our nukes are just for show, you can’t really use them. Fuck you! I’m the president. I don’t like your attitude, I’ll fire a missile up your ass. Hey, look at Mika over here wetting her panties. Don’t worry, honey, I’m just joking with you. Where’s the band? Play Hail to the Chief again. I love that. First rate theme music. Makes you wanna bomb somebody. Let ’em know who’s in charge.
(Pardon me. I was just channeling The Donald. But then I remembered that when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you, so I stopped.)