Minacious, mendacious, and maleficent, the Minotaur in the China Shop, er, White House, has a habit of trying to get his Alinski-ite points across at every turning.
The shattered remnants of former creations shows his skill at unerring destruction, but his clueless rampage continues. The crunch of porcelain beneath his cloven feet is like music to his ears.
This maze grows tiresome. Is there no light at the end for us?
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