Well Boots DeSantis has finally thrown in the towel, and removed himself from a race that he was never in in the first place. He has run away on his stubby little legs from the absurd belief that he could ever be president. Now he can use those same legs to backpedal on all the nasty things he said about Trump, and return to kissing Donald's ass. What he doesn't realize is the danger of kissing an ass that is very likely to shit on you, especially if you made a deal with Trump that he has no intention of keeping. How wonderful it is to see arrogance defeated, to see a book banning homophobe and his Stepford wife sit through till the end of his shameful Governorship wearing a shit-eating grin on his bobblehead face. He probably has visions of being chosen for a Trump vice presidency, where he will do his obsequious best while hoping the increasingly dotty Don will have a stroke, or trip on his ill-fitting trousers and fall down the Capitol steps. But even if Trump won an election (ha ha) why would he want such a pathetic loser on his ticket, a moron almost more weirdly self-centered than him? He wouldn't. And fantasies aside I doubt that the American people would willingly give up over 200 years of freedom for four years of chaos, violence, submission, mendacity and required adoration to a fat, flabby, flatulent, four-flusher. Because of the traitorous Republicans our country is in bad shape. Millions of gullible brainwashed boobies are insisting that our excellent president hasn't accomplished all the he has. Irrationality is rampant. But even with all the upsetting news there are still little gems of delight, like Ron DeSantis is what we always knew he was, a loser.
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