The Emperor has no Clothes
People are not expendable commodities, and nature is not to be pillaged and raped for your enjoyment. I hope you reap the chaos that you’ve sown. I hope your money (what’s left of it) makes a comfy quilt. I truly hope I never see your face again. This charade has gone on far too long. The emperor is naked as a newborn, but lacking the fabulous potential which he’s squandered. This hole seems impossible to dance out of, but if anyone can parody greatness, the Donald can. Add this to the list of what I’ll never understand.