The Weird and Wonderful World of Trump-Merch
Remember when you were younger and you just went out and did some stuff and then came back again. And then went out again and did some more stuff before coming home and then the next day you went back out and did some stuff again. Oh, those were the days, weren’t they…? * Today, I am saying my official farewell to ex-president, Donald J. Trump. It’s just time. Time I made my farewell to the great hulking snake-tongued shyster over the pond. He has popped up in this coronavirus blog like a Whack-A-Mole that just won’t stay whacked. Donald J. Trump, Robin to COVID-19’s Batman, the willing accomplice with no purpose in life except to jump on a bandwagon of a virus that was probably, just about, killing more Democrats – black, poor people especially – than Republicans and was therefore, in his binary binocular view of only winners and losers, worth hitching his wagon to. They say that women are afraid of men killing them and men are afraid of women laughing at them. I think Donal