As donnie the dildo and his imminent era of hate loom large in our picture windows of what is coming at us, already voices of dissent are arising - even in his larval-state regime.
The cacophony is ear shattering.
But one phrase keeps rising above the rage: a raving and cheering crowd roar.
"12 million need to be killed, killed, not deported".
As that agenda item settles in on the recently retreaded land of the free, I hear, and I think, and, as a thinker, I empathize.
Indeed, rounding up and transporting to somewhere yet to be determined, 12 million human beings is going to be a challenging and, worse yet, expensive cargo to deport.
So, I have an idea for Steven Miller and the boys.
Since 2019 the price of cat food has doubled.
Why not just move 12 million people from their currently productive contributions to the American economy and into the cat food slaughter pens and turn them into cat food?
Maybe Fussy Cat can go back to $23 a case?
Makes donnie look really good.
And J. D. can win back the cat ladies for 2028, if donnie doesn't run (I'm sure that bothersome 22nd amendment doesn't apply to donnie) so Ol' J.D.'s prospects are not really good.
For 28.
But donnie is pretty old, so who knows?
And it opens a whole new approach to immigration policy: just keep 'em coming, into the pens.
How trumpian.
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