TACO, TACO Man

 


Her name is Megan Cassella. She went there. She stood before the orange man and asked him how it felt to be a TACO? With his sixth grade vocabulary he called her nasty. Don't ever call him a TACO ever again as TACO once again backs down on tariffs which according to a judge, they are illegal. In the middle of the night, when Trump is all alone, this is when he usually attacks. The President of the United States is fiddling on his phone, looking for memes to send out as he threatens anyone who defies him, or even asks a question. Now he calls himself God's messenger. We call him, TACO. Cheeto. Rapist. Con. Liar. Demented. Narcissistic. Nuts. 

I know we have all been through the ringer for too long, but yesterday I actually felt the anxiety fall away. TACO is crumbling. Oh, he'll continue to take money from thugs and murderers. He'll continue to make a personal profit as he uses the highest office to be a snake oil salesman. The good news is, his big beautiful bill is being disputed by his own band of thieves. Reporters like Cassella are pushing back. 

TACO does not like it. It's just the beginning, TACO. 

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