The Magical Power Of Donald Trump
James M. Ridgway, Jr.

I had the dubious pleasure of sitting across the Thanksgiving dinner table from one the Children of the Corn. Not the person I’d have picked to converse with on my birthday but mass holiday events are always a crapshoot.
When he got sick of my purposely mildly negative yet reasonable responses to his take on why the country was in such good (if small) hands, he left to play his banjo (a mediocre player at best) and I found far better company almost immediately.

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