Poor Trump. Running around in a panic. "What'll I do? What'll I do?"" Now he thinks that if he postpones the election, the virus will disappear. All the jobs, and more, will come back. And everybody will suddenly love him. Wrong, Fatso. The virus is here for awhile. We need new leadership as soon as possible. And it's about time you were dragged through the courts for all your criminal activities, not the least of which was molesting any number of women who found you repulsive. Bad enough your have to face the shame of so many criminal trails, but think of all the TV shows and books that ridicule you. Nobody is going to want to pay for the Trump name any more
And, how can you be sure that once Putin is done with you, he won't worry that you know too much and have an comrade "accidentally" poke your with a starp umbrella during a rainy day in New York?
Don't expect an impressive state funeral You'll be lucky if your kids bother to attend once the willl has been settled.
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