It's Miffany, Daddy!

 Oh, boy. The embarrassment never ends, it just moves around. I feel bad for his daughter, Tiffany. She probably has to fight for every morsel and crumb from her Daddy who usually mistakes her for the help. I've written about this before, but don't feel too bad Tiffany, soon he'll forget about his other real daughter, whom he probably calls, Ivana. He's already forgotten Eric and regrets naming his number one son after him, which is shocking. He likes things named after him. My FIL was the same. He named one son after him, two daughters were given the feminine equivalent of his name and he named his dog in honor of himself. 

But, this is just more than mistaking a young woman who looks nothing like Tiffany or Ivanka. He's been at Camp David over the weekend, a place he allegedly hates. Rumor is he's getting more tests done. I wonder if this was one of his tests?

"Here, sir, are three images. Please choose your daughter's image."

Little did they know he had his handy dandy best friend, his phone with him and getting either sentimental or a chubby, posted the image for all the world to see how much he cares for his children. 

It would be amusing if he was just a doddering old fool in the assisted living Mar A Lago retreat. But, he's threatening to blow up a country. He's having people arrested for vandalizing the pool. He has alienated the leaders of the world. He's spent billions on useless wants. 

Honestly, I really don't know how much more we can endure. Our only hope is if one of the servants has had enough of him throwing his garbage on the floor. Never stand in the way of an angry woman who shows you the laundry basket and you drop your dirty socks right next to it. (Been there) Just one good "Boo!" behind his back should do it. Sadly, I spend a big chunk of my day imagining his demise. 

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As he lies in bed, ketchup dripping down his chin, Miffany enters the room.

"Miffany, darling, scratch Daddy's back. Ouch, not so hard, Miff. Oh, my heart, my heart."

Yeah, I'm losing it. Hopefully I will live to regain my sanity. Hopefully, America will heal, too. 

Go home, Miffany.