The lunatic has risen from his disturbed sleep, plagued with reoccurring nightmares of indictment: mime golfing in a concrete prison ground, skin sallow, hair glue dissolving, prison food, (a single scoop at best), phone confiscated, they even took his loooong red tie... why? He wipes the crusty sleep from his swollen eyes, prying them open … Continue reading Trump’s Morning… conjecture →