I tweet like a pro.
You can apparently wear a swastika and chant racist and antisemitic slogans and still be among very fine people. But if you say you don’t want to attend a photo-op at the White House, you’re an enemy of the state.
If someone fakes a foot injury to avoid serving in the military and then talks like he’s a tough guy, we should fire the son of a bitch.
My parents, although extremely wealthy and successful, wanted me to learn how to work for the things I wanted out of life.