I laughed last June, when that orange ignoramus, with his ridiculous hair and impossible pomposity, descended the escalator into the lobby of Trump Tower in New York to the tune of Neil Young’s “Keep On Rockin’ In The Free World”.
We all did, didn’t we? It was impossible not to. He radiated smugness and pomposity with an intensity that would break a Geiger counter. He was preposterous. But there he stood, announcing his candidacy for president and then immediately turning to call all Mexican immigrants “rapists”.
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