I'd Rather Drink Muddy Water

My evil-ass, jealous-ass mother,  always mistreated me, called me names, stalked and persecuted me for refusing to lie for her staking lying ass.

My mother really believed a lie was some type of "magic", that lying and denying some how made the pain go away. That a lie was a way to "un-happen" some shit she did deliberately,  every day.  Some sick common, cruel, sadistic, unspeakable shit.

My mother actually hated me for failing to look up to her. How could I? No one can look up to someone with extremely low morals.  No one can look up to a cruel, sadistic LUNATIC!

tRump's morals are much too low for me. The complete irony, he was "selected" as POTUS to enforce some artificial morality standards he totally obliterates.

tRump is a clown, leading a clown show.  So was my mother.  At least she wore costumes and changed her names with each new episode of The Mathy Jane Show.

She finally died. Whew! That's all I can say. I'm tired. My mother wiped me out. I am jaded, shock, MORTIFIED!  But, I know. I also know, I always knew. What a waste. EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS OF LYING is pure vexation of the soul.

tRump is vexation of the soul.  "We" knew. That pitiful inauguration spelled our doom. Who is going to tell this naked ass LUNATIC HIS ASS IS BUCK ASS NAKED!?

Like my mother , tRump has to be endured to the end.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"