Jihad Donald Trump Style

The glory of America, now heats up with agitation poised to strike on the brink sans legislation incites humiliation, which goads desecration fete accompli chink in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic ethic, generic iconoclastic, and jingoistic logic, nor budging an inch when mandating masses swallow his drink what huff huck – this belligerent, dominant and fervent hell raiser doth bungle in the jungle decreeing tacit Mar shall law fast as a shutterfly eyewink as his cosmic crotch grab doth put Venus under his sway with his Mercury hill temperament pitches the orbit of planet Earth tubby comb out of balance infected by hiz anti Ju pit er damnations, excoriations, fulminations Huzzah sing how whiz derriere didst Sat urn simultaneously crushing crucible as an Uranus indiscriminately plop ping two hundred fifty pounds off flesh dub ling down humming his favorite Neptune, that dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea repeating self coined motto – I yam all mighty, therefore no fink simply commandeering the reins of control, a one man military intelligence groupthink hut triad and true dyed in the wool rip pug in ant guise zing rogue rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink king the die hard fans of dictatorial, linkedin and monarchist ink cube bus thriving on wielding indomitable aggression practiced in the Art of the Deal incorporating an unanticipated jink iron fist rule reigning down vis a vis pro pens heave lee and prop hen city flashing hiz seal of approval, which scribbled signature doth not smooth monkey serve hay puzzling kink boot his frenzy to bulldoze catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic spells United States of America twill become hell in a hand basket with nary a trace of grit of link kin, the sixteenth president (whose ruggedly pioneering frontier existence) found him steady and strong, plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink the epitome of forty fifth elected commander in mischief a twenty first century Drake yule ha – albeit tink con poop – barely describes this oafish piranha making waves (Whereby Hurricane Katrina seems like child’s play), where even a toddler, could out rule, out smart, and out think maniac pampered by don patriarch Fred, who fawned, doted and bow wowed over magnate trick son, whose rapacious, reprehensible and riling actions generated when Melanie doth wink.