Hide my disdain of Trump? Forgive me, Howell, I have screwed up royally. I was trying to make my disdain very apparent.

Along with my sneer and the pool of despair in which I swim.

And I’ve been trying to preach to the choir but my choir can’t seem to learn the lyrics so I’ve been singing my tunes alone. But Lord Byron is with me, so I don’t feel so bad:

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. — Lord George Byron

In closing, Howell, I think you will be happy to learn that I have just added you to my will. When I pass, you will receive my shift key along with my sincere wishes that you will capitalize in the future.


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