Holy fucking Christ, what a goddamn spectacle we're witnessing. The vultures are already circling, their beady little eyes gleaming with ambition as they watch Trumpy McButtface stumble through his final term like a drunken elephant in a china shop. The stench of desperation fills the air as these pathetic wannabes start their pathetic dance for the crown of shit that is the Republican nomination in 2028.
Let me paint you a picture so vivid you can taste the bile rising in your throat: Picture a carnival sideshow where the main attraction is a bunch of political has-beens and never-weres performing increasingly degrading acts for the amusement of MAGA cultists. The sawdust is mixed with bullshit, the popcorn tastes like broken dreams, and every performer is desperately trying to out-crazy the last guy who held the mic.
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