In approximately twenty-two days, our nation is going to get a little weird and a lot more frightening. His Unholiness is tramping through the pansies of our peaceful flower bed, where the weeds of his MAGA wrath are stored.
He will give his inauguration address to introduce his new system of turmoil and trepidation, bundled into his dictorial policies.
He will take his Oath of Office with his hand on the "Good Book: Project 2025" and the other hand behind his back with his fingers crossed. (I'm guessing you know what I mean.)
It will be a marvelous day, with a supper colossal crowd and lightning flashing across the dark and rainy sky! It will be a fitting day for America's first-ever Dictatorship and the money and champagne will flow like "Happy Hour" at Mar-a-Lago! A bevy of Billionaires and Millionaires will invade the royality's space and begin the bidding for "who gets what" from the Emperor's "Bribary Coast."
If you don't have your "invite" yet and you have piles of money to donate, come around to the back door and ask for "Elon." He'll let you right in!
Drinks later at the Strip Joint on 7th and Bannon Drive.
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