“No One Ever Visits, And I Think The Staff Is Stealing From Me,” By Donald Trump

I don’t like it here. I don’t know why I had to leave my home in New York. When Steve made me do this he promised to visit every day, but now I don’t see him. He’s planning some sanctions or something with Mike, and I’m all alone here. Also, I’m certain one of the staff took my bathrobe the other day. “The facility is really great, dad. You have everything you want.” That’s what Jared told me. “There’s a pool, and the food is great, and we’re going to make sure all the TVs get cable so you can watch Fox whenever you want.” But I miss my family and friends, and the people at all the rallies. Why can’t we go back to the way it was?

My phone disappeared the other day after some tweet I made, and then when I complained about it, it got magically “found” again. You think I don’t know what’s going on? I get confused sometimes, sure. I can’t find the Situation Room, and I say “Yemen” when I’m talking about Iran. But I’m still sharp — my doctor said so. Now Sean Spicer talks to those reporters about me like I’m not even there. Do you know how that makes me feel?

I am a human being, okay? And I won the electoral vote! I demand some respect. If they serve that nasty tapioca again, I’m completely going to threaten China with an airstrike. Then they’ll start paying attention.

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Originally published at paulbibeau.blogspot.com on February 28, 2017.

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