“…The GOP needs to do something to change that tide if they want to keep their jobs.”

It’s quite amusing to watch you Trump koolaid drinkers making a big show of pretending to clap and do jigs, when your god is in deep doo-doo and sinking deeper.

We’re not worried about us. We’re doing fine, and getting stronger all the time. And we’re very entertained by your death throes.

I predict that when Trump finally falls, you will be nowhere to be found here. You will have run off with your tail between your legs.

Oh, and those “rants, diatribes, meltdowns, accusations, insinuations and threats”? That’s not us. That’s your god. It’s what he does.

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