Nearly all politicians aspire to the next level of power. Especially Republican politicians. So, I can’t help but wonder…
How does it feel, to grovel at his feet, while listening to him try to string together 3 sentences in a row on the same subject? To know that this walking, bumbling, squinting, trying-to-project-what-he-thinks-looks-like-confidence pile of hubris just pulled off what YOU NEVER WILL. That this silver-spoon-in-his-mouth, 4 times failed, bailed out by a reality TV show…. jackass... will be the next PRESIDENT of the United States. And you never will. You’ve been bested by a walking caricature.
He doesn’t share your positions on issues. He doesn’t care about your “agenda”. He doesn’t care about anything beyond how it will shape Donald Trump’s legacy and fortune. And you get to lick his boots. Tell me, how does Trump foot odor infused Italian leather taste? I do hope you enjoy it, you’ll be tasting it for some time.
So every time you hear him speak... every time you bend a knee before his golden toilet… every time you enter his presence, remember — He is your better. You serve him. You, who have long practiced the art of verbal jujitsu to avoid being pinned down by a question — He has no such skill. You, who have carefully laid out your policy positions in such a manner to secure certain coalitions, and practiced such message discipline — He rebuts his own comments within days, if not hours, if not within the same conversation. You, who have toiled through so many campaigns, climbing the political ladder so carefully, spending endless, tedious hours fundraising and gladhanding those who would financially support you — He has parachuted in to the top of your pyramid and become Pharoah overnight.
Tell me, Republican politician — How does that feel?
Enjoy it. You deserve it.
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