Piece of shit, I wake up every morning hoping that it’s the day Trump finally dies. I genuinely want to hear that he suffered a major heart attack or stroke overnight and expired. Same applies for his wife and his entire brood of filthy scum. My dream is to visit his gaudy grave and urinate all over it.

They’re a big bunch of babies who idolize a plastic pop star who cranks out shitty toy music for shitty toy people.