That's right, y'all. It's 2019, and even the sweets you consume in remembrance of our Lord's glorious resurrection represent white supremacist microaggression.
The septuagenarian socialist is sketching out some of the folks on the left who are demanding to see his tax returns, and watching it all unfold is pretty entertaining.
"My daughter’s hero is the president of our country. I can’t believe anybody at the school would tell my daughter that that guy can’t be her hero."
It seems as though just about everyone is planning, mulling, or joking about taking a shot at the big show, and it's just getting plain ridiculous.
If there's a God, that means He runs the show, and people don't tend to like that too much.
For some of you socialist neo-hippie types out there, living without electricity might not seem like such a huge deal. As long as you can grow kale and soybeans and live in a yurt, everything's all good.