There is a game where you push agent
donald off a cliff. Conservatives clutched pearls and aimed for the fainting couch when Rosie O'Donnell urged her followers to play it.
This week a Canadian asked Trudeau to
push Trump off a cliff for a beer.
I'm surprised how many people; friends, confidants, family all say with relative ease that they wish Donald dead.
As a force for evil, Donald is unparalleled. When your hateful and stupid as Traitor Don, many people recognize that that cancer needs to be excised. Not unkindly, but you can't be a horrendous dick to everyone and not have good people push back.
Still, the Cliff Pushers have a point. Donald is not easy to love. In fact, many, many Americans simply despise the fat slob. He is physically, morally and mentally repugnant, after all.
Yes, treason is a capital offense, but lets be clear: no one is suggesting violence upon Cheeto Mussolini. But there is a very real sentiment that for the good of the world, Donald should simply be dead.
Natural causes are fine. He is quite obese and out of shape, I'm told. Maybe his tiny black heart gives out. Maybe the fat in his veins starve his diseased brain. Maybe Ivanka gets tired of giving Daddy hand jobs, and he becomes despondent and takes the cowards way out. Maybe
Melenie finally finds some dignity and leaves him to the same effect. Maybe he has an Adderall induced aneurysm. Maybe a heart attack leaves him drooling.
What ever. I wish him a painful slow death too. Thoughts and prayers people. Send him your best.
