Shut the fuck up.

Your hubris is vulgar. Your conceit is disgusting. You’re a pompous witch. Your abject avarice and horrifying blood lust for power has single-handedly plunged the world into the kind of chaos that it may be impossible to ever emerge from whole.

You schemed, lied, cheated, committed fraud and disenfranchised American voters. And that was just your campaign. You did these things because you thought you were entitled. You thought it was your turn. You thought you deserved the presidency.

You didn’t. It was up to you to earn it.  You failed.

So, you know what’s funny? What’s deliciously ironic? You lost. You lost to a crooked reality TV star. A dumb as a goddamn stick, asshole with an acute narcissistic personality disorder. But wait, there’s more. You picked him, you and your predator husband talked him into it and elevated him. Then, in the clumsiest, most egregiously artless political ballet I’ve ever witnessed, he won.

But guess what? It could’ve been worse, if you had succeeded. He’s nothing but stupid but you are vicious and evil.  At this point, I have no reason to believe you would be any better than the most arrogant, jacked up shithead to ever occupy The Oval.

I’m not telling you this to be cruel, although I have no issue with that.  I’m telling you this because you seem to believe that nobody is actually aware of all the horrendous shit you pulled.  Somehow, you still believe you still have something to contribute.  I’m here to disabuse you of that notion because you just fucking don’t.

There’s another reason.  Another reality you appear to be blissfully unaware of.  You’re so callow and craven that you don’t seem to realize that America is sick and fucking tired of you.  We don’t want to hear anything you have to say. Ever again. Every time you open your mouth, every time you show up in public, we cringe.  You’re toxic.  You are poison and the only thing you’re capable of at this point is a further staining of your already filthy, beat to shit and thoroughly embarrassing party.

You have done more to empower redneck mouth breathers than Clockwork Orangutan could have ever hoped for in his wildest, fever swamped fantasies.

That you don’t possess the self awareness, the common sense, the decency to just disappear is as confounding as it is astonishing.

Cancel the tour.  Shut the fuck up and vanish.  You are over.  You don’t belong here.  It’s hardly the only thing you owe us, but I’m confident we’ll all settle for that.

Oh, and fuck you.

Drinks for my friends.

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