
Dear Mr. Trump,
You are a fat, ugly piece of shit. I will debate you - any time, any place.
You only ever won anything because you cheated and you’re in on it all - you faced a
row of controlled opposition puppets set up for you disarm in another attempt to lie to
and mislead the public. You’re a coward, and you bully people to hide it.
You haven’t lived an honest day in your life. You couldn’t even imagine it. All you know
is how to take things from people and step on those who you consider less than you.
You embody literally everything I ended up hating about this world – pure, unadulterated
greed that seeps into and pollutes everything. That tears up forests for casinos. That
rapes the woodlands.
And you know, maybe I can start changing all of that by telling you that you are the
biggest piece of shit that I have ever laid my eyes upon.
You are the actual grotesque embodiment of every single deadly sin, greed, lust, envy,
gluttony, wrath, and sloth.
You have never sought God for forgiveness because you are not a Christian, as you
claim. You are shamelessly prideful to the point that legends will speak of your hubris
forever. You are the modern Day Nebuchadnezzar or Nero - a king so famously,
stupidly narcissistic that people will whisper tales of horror from your name forever.
You are not only the greediest man alive, giving nothing to charity truly without getting
back, and you are also constitutionally greedy - stealing and stripping the rights of the
people you claim to love.
You have been held liable for sexual assault allegations, and in fact, there are so many
of them that you have your own entire Wikipedia page dedicated to your favorite hobby -
raping and abusing women - “Donald Trump sexual misconduct allegation.” If you were
to print it as a PDF, it would be 47 pages long.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Trump_sexual_misconduct_allegations
You are literally the easiest person to make fun of in history – you’re stupid, you look
ridiculous now, you’re a liar, a fraud, you’re observably deranged, I mean, you bankrupt
casinos, for God’s sake. The place where people walk in and literally just hand you
cash, and you went bankrupt. The house wins every time, except for Donald Trump.
People don’t talk about it because they’re scared of you. They fear you.
Congratulations to you, I guess. I hope it was worth it, but I already know it wasn’t. You
can assemble a cabinet full of sycophants, but you will never be a real leader.
I guess the one thing we can't say is that we weren't warned about you. Unfortunately,
we didn’t listen. You are obviously the wrecking ball, and you’ve done a spectacular job
at it. You have changed the world.
Because of you, the concept of truth no longer exists. Because of you, there is no
longer even a distinction between the concepts of “truth” or “lies.” You have distorted
reality so much for people that everyone lies now, all the time.
Because of you, families hate each other. Because of you, people have died, like the
kid in Portland you had murdered in 2020. Because of you, our country and world are
crumbling. Because of you, bullying and abuse are back in style.
Because of you, the good and innocent live in fear. Because of you, those with the
worst impulses among us are given free reign to crush and subjugate the rest of us at
will. Because of you, deranged, psychopathic lunatics have destroyed my country.
Because of you, the Christian church is dying. Because of you, they turn away from
Jesus’s message. Because of you, false teaching and wolves in sheep’s clothing have
usurped the throne. You have normalized lying about being a Christian to manipulate
people.
Because of you, people have given over their souls to hatred and prejudice again -
given into the darkest corners of the human psyche. We’re talking about things that
haven’t been seen in 70, 80 years – the horrors of war.
The angel of death. It's you.
You, with your fake hair and skin, your orange, ridiculous clown makeup, your baggy
suits, your rumples and creases and long ties and fake smiles and the manipulation that
everyone sees through but doesn’t talk about. You’re a bulbous, pulsing pustule that
contains the distilled remains of all humanity’s worst impulses.
You embody every single thing about the horrors of war. I’d compare you to Napoleon
from Animal Farm, but I already know you won’t get it. He’s a fat, horrible pig who loves
war and thinks he’s better than all the other animals.
And you are not more equal than me.
Inside the vacuous, empty chamber of your mouth, I see the death camps. I see the
death knell of humanity. You represent literally everything wrong with humanity –
unfettered greed, contempt for those who are having a hard time, abusive language,
making fun of people, bullying others, raping women, lying about money in your
businesses, and following the media around like a puppy dog begging for interviews,
calling them under fake names to talk about yourself. It’s pathetic.
But that’s not even the worst of it. Here’s the worst thing that you ever did (that I know
of) – you gave millions of people false hope. You lied to them. You told them that you
care about them, and that you care about this country. You told them that everyone else
was wrong and bad, and full of conspiracies and lies, but really it was you all along.
You are the snake. You were the scorpion in the poem all along, and I have to admit
that you did warn them.
However, that is a monstrous thing to do. They believe in you, and millions of people
love you. They even pray to you sometimes. They worship you.
I can’t call you sick, you’re far too intelligent for that. You’re a smooth operator, but I see
right through you. I know that you lied every single day of your life. I know that no
woman in your life ever wanted to be with you except for the money.
In fact, you pay ridiculous, absurd amounts of money to coerce women into sleeping
with you and not revealing how pathetic you really are, like the $120K to Stormy
Daniels. You paid her so much money to not tell us what a sick puppy you are that you
caught a felony for it, and she did it anyways.
That is, quite literally, the most pathetic thing I have ever heard of, in my life.So, thank
you for bringing clarity and certainty to my life by proving once and for all that I was
right, because people are actually dumb enough to follow you.
I know you punched your son in the face and knocked him down in his college dorm in
front of his friends for wearing a Yankees jersey instead of a suit to a baseball game.
It’s in articles, for God’s sake. You’re a monster. You’re ridiculous.
And here’s what you did. It’s from an MSN article called “The Brutal Claim Don Jr’s
Classmates Made About Donald Trump”, and there’s plenty more to back it up.
“Don Jr. opened the door, wearing a Yankee Jersey. Without saying a word, his father
slapped him across the face, knocking him down in front of all his classmates. He
simple said, ‘Put on a suit and meet me outside,’ and closed the door.”
You’re a coward, a liar, and a bully. I know this story is true. We all do. Because no
one would make up a story as ridiculous as a father abusing his son for wearing a
baseball jersey to a baseball game. Only you are actually that stupid, evil, and
deranged.
The truth is, the Grim Reaper doesn’t wear a robe or carry a scythe. He wears an ugly
suit - and carries a contract he doesn’t intend to fulfill. It’s you.
You’re the Grim Reaper.
Everyone hates you - they just haven’t realized it yet because you’ve persuaded them to
hate other people instead for now.
One of my favorite songs is Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3), and I’d like to cover it one
day and dedicate it to you.
All in all, you were just another brick in the wall.
Except you weren’t just a brick for people, were you? How many people ran into you
and broke their backs? How many contractors did you put out of business, how many
marriages and homes and families did you destroy, because you couldn’t even give
people those stupid little pieces of paper that you promised them. For fair work.
You didn’t even pay your workers. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them even.
Contractors, drywall workers, your designers. There are so many articles about it. This
is part of how you work – cheating and lying are as ingrained in you as your very DNA
itself.
No, you weren’t just a brick. You were the whole wall. In fact, you never shut up about
“walls”, do you? Do you think I don't know what these stupid walls are really for?
You tightened the screws on so many people that I’m sure the divorces and suicides
because of you directly number in the thousands. Tens of thousands. You destroyed
families and you harmed children.
You cavorted with Epstein, and everyone knows you pimped out girls with him. I noticed
that I haven’t seen Ivanka around the White House as much, how’s things with her?
You have more blood on your hands than anyone I’ve ever met, and you did it all with a
smile. You’re proud of it, even. You enjoy the way people squeal for you over your
money.
Your skin reminds me of the visceral fat sprayed upon the slaughterhouse walls in
Sinclair’s The Jungle. Like the evil in that book, you take advantage of the poor and
needy, and crush them to death in your apartments and factories.
I have another article here from May 5th, 1980, called “Trump Evicts Stroke Victim, 74”,
and it’s included in my writing. It states that you personally evicted an elderly, dying
stroke victim in order to raise the rent on her apartment, and it contains a picture of your
true face – the cold, fishy eyes that almost no one sees.
I won’t quote the article, if you’ll forgive me, but I am happy to summarize it. Basically,
you sent your thugs to an old, sick woman’s apartment to throw her out, rob her, and
leave her to die on the street because you wanted to raise the rent in her unit. You
literally couldn’t even just wait for her to die. You evicted her. A stroke victim who can
barely get out of bed.
Even worse, you couldn’t even do it with dignity. You turned it into a spectacle, you
embarrassed her. A dying woman, and you personally made her weep and mourn in
front of strangers and her friends. You trashed her stuff, your guys literally robbed her,
and then you left her only a hamper to sit on. Then, you sent crooked cops to bully her
even more afterwards.
She was half paralyzed. Recently. A 74-year old recently paralyzed stroke victim, but
all you smell is those sweet, sweet dollar bills, isn’t it? Is that right? Or, is there actually
something more to this than simply your greed?
Through this act, we can learn a lot about you. You enjoy doing that to women, don’t
you, Donald? Embarrassing them? We’ve all seen you do it.
Does that make you… excited? Happy?
Abusing women? Hurting them like they hurt you before?
Is that right?
I also know you kicked out black people from your apartments and refused to rent to
them. Woody Guthrie even wrote a song about it, for God’s sake, referencing you and
your father’s hatred, greed, and prejudice by name. It’s called Old Man Trump.
I mean, how much more clear can this get for people? And still, no one listens.
They laugh at me, but they listen to you.
All you do is lie to them, and all I want to do is tell the truth.
We are back to that theme of truth - that is all that really matters. Donald Trump has
followers because he lies. That’s it. He is a liar, and people believe his lies. Are you
ready for the truth to set you free?
You pathetically beg people to give you attention like a dog. You couldn’t fight your way
out of a plastic bag. Without your money and loyal men backing you up, you’re nothing.
You couldn’t stand up to me even if I had both hands tied behind my back. You’re not
even worthy of licking my shoe - but like I said, I will forgive you if you choose to repent
for lying to people and become a Christian.
Just look at yourself, primping and preening in front of a mirror and wearing makeup.
Your and your gluttonous little sycophant, pig boy Vance, and his tattooed eyeliner are
pathetic. Elon Musk and his false promises and ridiculous buffoonery.
Part of the reason you hate women is because you people are like them. You are not
men in the sense of leadership, courageousness, or dignity, and you destroy women.
It astounds me. I don’t understand it. You don’t even make sense.
You’re the devil, if I’ve ever seen him.
Amd you know, the one thing I can say about you, for sure, which the judge in the E.
Jean Carroll case confirmed, is that you are a rapist. You’re a rapist.
We all know why you used your little, wrinkly finger on her in the dressing room, Donald.
You are the literal walking embodiment of the word “rape.”
And not only that, but you might actually be the rapiest rapist to ever live – your whole
personality seems to be based around subjugating and abusing women. The only time
you’ve ever really smiled on video is when you were laughing with Epstein, talking about
women you were going to pimp out later. Frankly, it’s disgusting.
In fact, they could put a picture of you under the word “rape” in the dictionary, and it
would actually work. I mean, people would actually, for real, get it. You’ve been sued
over 4,000 times, dude. You violate people in every single way, non-stop, all the time.
It’s all you know. You’re the wolf.
As I stated in my book, I am willing to meet you in a good faith debate at any time and
any location. This offer is open and extended in goodwill.
And unlike you, I actually mean it. Unlike you, I have never been scared of debating
anyone. Not one single person on this planet scares me, because I’m not a coward like
you.
And unlike you, I don’t tell lies. Unlike you, I’m willing to stand on a stage and actually
tell the truth to the world.
I haven’t done anything illegal through this ministry. The first amendment protects my
right to free speech, and to disagree with anyone about anything. Even you. I am
legally allowed to say that I think the US government and the Synagogue of Satan
International Organized Crime Syndicate did 9/11, and people are legally allowed to
agree with me.
And I am legally allowed to say that I think you're their little bitch boy, and you would
squeal like a pig the first time you faced someone who wasn't scared of you. You're not
even a good criminal. You’re pathetic. You’re weak.
I pose no threat to anyone, and I swear a solemn vow to not harm you, just as I would
not harm any other human being or animal.
I look forward to your response.
And it’s funny, because every word of that is true. That’s the funny part. Here’s one
more great lesson I learned from Trump – “He who saves his country violates no laws.”
It’s true, and I really have to thank him for providing such inspirational wisdom to us
peasants.
The writing is on the wall for you:
Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin:
God has numbered the days of your kingdom and brought it to an end
You have been weighed on the scales and found wanting
Your kingdom is divided and given to ME
You shouldn’t have drunk from the temple goblets, Great Kings of the Earth. You proud
men who have it all. With your suits, and your rules, and your schoolbooks.
With your banks and your money and your disgusting cars and pollution. With your
yellow trucks and engines, your gears and chimneys of black smoke.
Your assumptions, the way you skirt around in the shadows, so no eye ever lands on you.
How you think you’re safe behind your computers, politicians, and corporations.
Your universities and institutions and governments and lies. Your machine guns and
conscription and the war profits. The blood money. The way you rain down bombs on
women and children and smile.
The money. The fucking money and bullshit.
The greed. The wars. The wolves in sheep’s clothing. The ones we were supposed to
be able to trust. The ones who raped my forests.
Fuck you. I hate you.
You can strap open my eyelids for a thousand lifetimes, force feed me crystals of pure
LSD, and show me movies about how I am wrong 24/7 and you will never, ever, ever
convince me that you didn’t do 9/11.
I could watch the last molecule of the last rock erode in the entire universe, until the
face of every single planet is covered in nothing but sand, and the only thing I would
think is - the Ozymandias poem is about YOU assholes.
You are nothing.
You are a rotten cancer, a pollution on the planet. You are the trash in the Pacific
Ocean. You are the oil rigs, in fact, you are the Gulf Horizon itself. You are the black
spewing into the Gulf of Mexico, killing and strangling the animals.
Our animals. My animals. Our ocean. My ocean. Our planet. My planet.
And what gives you the RIGHT???
Do you think this is a game? Are you stupid???
And you can’t even be decent enough to say sorry.
I have seen everything you do. Every little deed, I have found traces of it. You can’t
hide in this world, not even you. And, the truth is, most of you don’t even bother to hide.
It’s true – you don’t need to. You’re untouchable, and you know it. That’s true.
But it’s all there. And someone can spend years writing books about you. And they’re
allowed to publish it.
Your paper trails are right there - the news articles, the sources, the evidence, the
quotes, the books, the interviews. You operate brazenly, because you know that you
own the people who dictate what is real and what isn’t. Who dictate what people are
allowed to talk about.
Gatekeeping is your greatest passion, and it’s one of the things I hate the most about
you. You’re selfish. You withhold things that you could easily just give to people, out of
nothing but sheer selfishness. And yet, you broadcast your crimes far and wide, for all
who care to look.
All in all, you were just a brick in the wall. And maybe a brick wall can keep a wolf out.
But I’m not a wolf. I’m not like you.
In fact, you might find, if you’re smart enough to figure out how tools work, something
simple. You might find yourself looking for a hammer to break down this stupid wall,
and realize that a lot of different tools can be used as a hammer, if you really, really
want to. Wrenches. Drills. Shovels. You can turn just about anything into a hammer.
And once you have a hammer, it turns out it really isn’t that hard to knock down a brick
wall. In fact, it’s quite easy. It’s stuck in place. It’s rigid. It can’t dodge you. It can’t
duck you. All it can do is fall on you if you aren’t careful to do it just right.
And it might even turn out that if you really, really need to get through this wall that
badly, because being on one side just really sucks and your destiny is on the other side
and you don’t really have much else going on anyways, that all it takes is a few swings.
Just a few real blows, with some determination. A little elbow grease. And the whole
thing just comes tumbling down all at once.
Because it was all just an illusion all along. All you had to do was take a swing. To
believe that you could do it.
An adult male with a hammer vs. a brick wall is about a one-day job, if that.
You should have left me alone. You should have left my forests alone. You should have
left my animals, insects, and trees alone.
You should have left my people alone.
But you didn’t. And here’s a poem for you, that was once written on a wall in Denver:
I was once a little child – who longed for other worlds. But I am no longer a child, for I
have known fear. I have learned to hate.
In fact, I have been taught to hate.
By YOU.
So, good luck to the wall. I hope you have enjoyed your time as a stumbling block for
humanity. As a cruel, heavy yoke, unequally laden. Your time in the sun feasting on
rewards reaped from the flesh and blood of the innocent.
And so, this book is dedicated to them - all the fat little piggies who roost in the
Hollywood Hills, Washington D.C., the Bohemian Grove, the Freemason lodges, Skull
and Bones, the Vatican, the City of London, the wineries and redwoods of Northern
California, the private islands, and the secret boats. These are the easy ones - I know
all your little secrets.
I will shine a light on you unlike anything you’ve ever seen, so bright that it purifies even
your filthy, disgusting deeds.
Melt into my brightness and coagulate with me.
Let me watch you, feel you, savor your pain and terror, as you are ripped away from us,
and cast forever into the void.
Being the good part of God is so glorious, I truly pity you people. Morons.
This book is dedicated to all the psychopaths who use banks, government, and the
television to crush people to dust. To suck the very marrow from their bones, drain
them of their blood, and mummify them.
And they have names, stories, and faces, which you will learn and see in my books.
It's almost like there might actually be a better way than this.
A better way to live.
Eudaimonia.
The highest common good for mankind.
If only someone was around to tell us what it was.
So, to wrap this up – I’d like to thank all of the adults who lied to me my entire life, and
made it abundantly clear that not one single person I have ever listened to has any idea
how the world works. Without that, I would never have found the meaning of my life.
I’d also like to thank all of the teachers, who reinforced pointless bullshit and rules that
don’t matter. Some of you are cool, of course.
I’d like to thank all the cops, lawyers, and judges for giving up and rolling over like
pathetic dogs the moment someone came along who said what they wanted to hear.
Thank you for making it clear that you already sold all of us out a long time ago. It’s
good that everyone knows now that you won’t stand in the way of anyone who comes
along to persecute us and dismantle the systems that once kept us safe.
I also have to thank the church, and all of the pastors, priests, and other clergy. Thank
you for exposing who you really are, and making sure that every single person on Earth
knows that the Vatican is nothing but a state-sponsored child sex trafficking ring.
I’d especially like to thank the Evangelical Christians – I couldn’t have done this project
without you. I mean, seriously, you made this happen.
Congratulations to the colleges for immediately giving in at the first hint of a threat from
the federal government, proving that you are cowards and liars who care nothing for the
truth. It’s good that we all know not to look to you for the truth anymore.
Likewise, thank you to the media for bowing and scraping like peasants in front of a
medieval lord with this guy. You people are pathetic, and it’s good that others can see
what I’ve always known about you – that you would literally do anything for more
attention.
And a big thank you to the law firms, for also immediately bowing down and pledging a
billion dollars of pro bono work for Trump and a bunch of cops! That’s really a
tremendous example for people to see that you don’t stand for justice, and the law isn’t
real. It never was, Trump just proved it. And you all helped him along greatly. What
was the expression we used to say – “Cui bono? Or was it – quid pro quo?”
Obviously, thank you to the celebrities, for proving that I’m right about almost all of you,
too. There are very few artists among you.
And thank you, once again, to the Republicans. For making this easy for me. For
making the harsh, bitter reality of who they really are so obvious that I have no choice
but to do it. The depths of your depravity, dishonesty, and evil are truly awe-inspiring.
Our movement has room for anyone who’s ready to stand up for the dignity of humanity
again. Anyone who is ready to be part of a different story, one written by all of us. For
us.
I’d like to wrap this up with an anecdote from my book. I’ll tell you about how I was
taught to hate. The first time I ever felt hatred.
There were forests once, near my house as a child. They aren’t there anymore. One
day, after school, I went to these woods – as I did almost every day. There used to be
beautiful trees there, and even a little stream.
On this day, however, something had gone terribly wrong. I stood there in stunned
silence as the sunlight trickled down lazily, trying to figure out if my eyes were playing
tricks on me. I could hardly process what I was seeing – huge, horrible squares and
rectangles torn up out of the dirt, stumps and roots writhing in agony, ancient rocks that
had lain for lifetimes suddenly rooted up and exposed, laid bare and naked in the
sunlight.
The blood and guts of nature’s viscera – disemboweled before me as if the tree-version
of Jack the Ripper had been through here not a few hours ago. A veritable natural
holocaust – a million little death camps and death marches playing out right under my
feet. An unspeakable tragedy, a perfect wilderness casually and utterly destroyed, with
the utmost intentionality and malice.
As I looked to the remaining trees, I saw the imprints left behind by the tractors and
bulldozers. I knew then that this was no accident, this was planned. Coordinated and
funded from on high. To destroy my forest, and take away my sacred spaces. Men in
suits, waving clipboards, wearing ties and speaking in loud, obnoxious voices. People
who work for banks, and revel in using money as an instrument of control and
destruction. People who tear down forests to put in ugly, cheap buildings.
That was when I first knew hatred. In fact, that’s how I was taught hatred, but we can
overcome this hatred.
This book is about the violation of us. The penetration of the towers, and the rape of the
forests. The intentional, willful destruction of the Earth, and unimaginable harm to the
animals. It’s about why we do this to each other, and how we can stop it. It’s the first
remedy for violence that might actually work in the last 2,000 years. Whether or not it
does is up to you.
It’s a choose-your-own-adventure story. That’s right – have an adventure or die. That’s
your choice.
So, I was once a child who longed for other worlds.
But I am no longer a child.
All I’m asking is for you guys to grow up and join me in the real world. A world where
we can literally take action to fix all of our problems. Where we can do more than just
complain about “politicians” on the internet and “vote” for them. A world where we can
take our future back from those who stole it, and build it in a better way. A way that
works for all of us.
We don’t have to listen to criminals, thieves, and murderers. We can literally seize what
is ours back from them. All you need is a leader, and the combined attention of as
many people as possible.
What you will need is someone who can unite literally everyone who isn’t evil against
the Republican Coup. We will need to bring together the unions, anyone left with sanity
and integrity within the political system willing to put a hard stop to the subjugation of
the people, the few remaining religious who are willing to call out state-sponsored fake
Christianity and evil within the church, anyone within the legal system who can help,
and every person who has a voice within the media to amplify ourselves as one, too.
We need to put aside our petty differences and rivalries, and come together as one
once again. We need someone who can figure out how to unity all of humanity into one
single purpose – rich versus the poor. That’s what it is, and that’s what it’s always been.
A small group of individuals, who have an amount of wealth so obscene it can only be
classified as a mental illness, subjugating and abusing the rest of us. Every difference
you think you have with me, or almost any other person, is completely fake – a false
dichotomy to stop us from doing this.
Together, we rise. And together, we can smash our chains and stand up once more,
free people on planet Earth – secure and confident in our own destinies, not living at the
whims of others. Those who are cruel, irrational, destructive, and evil.
If you’re watching this video and it’s not making sense, you have a simple question to
ask yourself. “Am I blind, stupid, or evil?”
If you’re watching this video, and it does make sense, you have another simple choice
to make. You already know what it is.
So, here’s the plot twist. Our new plan is this – you join with us, and next time someone
asks you how you are, you tell them, “I’m pissed off and something has to be done
about it.”
Try it, it feels good. It’s called a monologue, like this. You can do it yourself. “Look,
buddy. I’m pissed off, damn it, and something has to be done about it! I won’t be
treated like an animal! I won’t accept subjugation, I have no Earthly master, and I won’t
watch my fellow humans be turned into livestock!
I won’t stand for this! I will not be subjected to flagrant criminality, abuse of authority,
and wild, reckless disregard for honor, principles, morality, and decency. Have you
people no shame? Have you, in fact, no decency?
Have you forgotten that we all used to believe in something greater than this, that we
would achieve together? Are we never to reach apotheosis? Shall there be no
absolution for mankind?
Is this our fate? Not even a whimper of resistance, but merely a resignation and a
shrug of defeat? Will you laugh along with the executioner when it comes to your turn,
or will you have stopped laughing by then? Will I still be ranting and raving alone, a
mere tool of mockery and slander, even as they finally usher us into whatever form of
extermination they have planned for us?
So, then, we all know something is terribly wrong. We all agree there.
I told you all that this speech was about the truth and meaning of life. Through this
speech, I have established that the truth breaks chains because it sets you free - that
the most important foundation of life is truth. Clearly, by sitting here the whole time, you
have agreed with this.
However, I also told you I’d tell you the meaning of life. The meaning of life has the truth
as foundation, and if our movement is the truth, then the meaning of life is for you to join
us.
Words are nothing without action. The first part of truth is the Word, and the second part
of truth is the action of the Word. Remember, no half-truths.
We are Two Witnesses. Yes, we are a ministry, but don’t worry about that
yet. Just start with this: do you want and can you handle the truth? Then, it is time to
join us.
This speech is protected under my first amendment rights, and I am not a threat to any
person or myself. We are allowed to have opinions and say them out loud, if we want
to.
Thank you for watching and may God bless you richly in the name of Jesus Christ.
Oh, and remember – the revolution will be televised.

In which Trump brutally and personally evicts a paralyzed old lady and makes her homeless, brutalizing and humiliating her in the process.
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