The other night when Ivanka Trump in her two thousand dollar designer dress, professional makeup, and fresh-from-the-salon hairstyle started talking about a man she admires, I couldn't help wondering who it was. An imaginary playmate possibly that she invented as a child. It certainly didn't sound anything like her father. Not when she suggested he was victorious over his competition, and not that he viciously insulted and demeaned each one of them. Not when she said that when facing a problem, "he dug deeper" without explaining that he deeper for more dirt, more degrading epithets, more unproven scandals like Cruz's father's relation to Lee Harvey Oswald, and certainly more lies about Hillary that his moronic followers were eager to believe. Ivanka did say, "He will make America great again" showing that she, as well as he, doesn't think of America is a great country. She, again like him, created a totally unbelievable story about constructing buildings with Legos and Erector Sets. Yeah, that's believable! She told of all the people he helped out after reading about them in the paper. Why not have even of them them at the convention rather than some deluded grieving mother who believes Hillary was responsible for the death of her son? Poor Ivanka. She doesn't even realize that her father is a shit, or that, despite her beauty and success, she is also a shit for trying to lead this country into a disastrous decision from which we may not recover. Of course, the lazy media called her speech "Impressive" and the angry, directionless mob on the floor saw her as the goddess spawn of their warrior deity.
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