Here’s your straitjacket, there’s the door. …

Cue the theme song.

Dude is off his rocker. Coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. A couple apple slices short of a Happy Meal.

What I’m saying is, his golden escalator don’t go all the way to the lobby no more.

Can we please drop a 25th Amendment net over the sonofabitch before he invades Chipotle for their cooking oil? Impeach, convict, and remove? Any adults in the room with this angry toddler?

This is one reason why the Missus and I don’t have kids. Sometimes they turn out to be Hitler.

Thank you for your attention to this matter!

6 thoughts on “Here’s your straitjacket, there’s the door. …

    1. I’d like to think it might end when a critical mass of dummies gets sick of taking it in the wallet pocket.

      But they’ll probably just blame it on Biden, Hillary, Obama, et al. And go back to watching “Survivor.”

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