The rank smell of brown stained corruption is so goddamn thick you can taste it—metallic and rotten, like sucking on a rusty nail while standing in a garbage dump during a heatwave. The American government has transformed into a festering carcass, picked apart by vultures wearing designer suits and flag pins. And the ringmaster of this circus of decay? None other than Donaldo Shitsburger himself, who's turned what used to be occasional ethical lapses into a full-blown operating system of grift.
Remember when we used to lose our minds over a governor accepting a Rolex? Those quaint days feel like a fever dream now, replaced by a nightmare where the foundations of our democracy crack and crumble beneath our feet with each passing day. The republic isn't just bleeding—it's hemorrhaging from a thousand cuts, each one delivered with a smile and a middle finger to the very concept of accountability.
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