Words go in this space.
Fuck you, Donald Trump.
Fuck you for being a hypersensitive, grossly plump caricature of a human being; a squirming mass of cockroaches lurking under a skinsuit veneer.
Donald J. Trump is our president.
That is a sentence I never thought in my lifetime I would be writing, yet, here we are. A bloated, racist, sexist, bigoted lump of rancid suet wobbling inside a designer suit, one with the impulse control of a toddler on amphetamines denied his…