I’m commander in chief now, bitches.
And, you know, I’ve seen enough of my weak-kneed generals to know that I’ve already forgotten more about fighting wars than any of those losers know (Remember Vietnam?!!!).
So who cares about this:
Two daughters of a New York podiatrist say that 50 years ago their father diagnosed President Donald Trump with bone spurs in his heels as a favor to the doctor’s landlord, Fred Trump.
Trump received five deferments from the draft for military service during the Vietnam War. …
His daughters, Elysa Braunstein, 56, and Sharon Kessel, 53, told the Times that their father’s role in Trump’s diagnosis had become ‘family lore.’
(USA Today, December 27, 2018)
Besides, no commander in chief has ever been able to rally the troops like I can.
[At which point I see Trump switching on a video clip from one of his campaign rallies, which shows him leading his baying and willfully misguided supporters in this now familiar call-and-response chant]:
Trump: I’m going to build a big beautiful wall, and who’s gonna pay for it…?
Supporters: Mexico!
Trump: Who?
Supporters: Mexico!
Trump: Damn right.
Maddy? Maddy? Can you bring me a cheeseburger and diet coke please…?
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