But, but, everybody in the world was supposed to love us now. We finally ‘got it’ and elected a sorta, kinda (well if he says so) American Muslim whose half Black.
Why the oceans were going to lower, we’d all be in a constant state of love, peace, and waaay kewl karma...as unicorns pooped skittles and choruses of mutli cultural children sang his praises.
Bummer. Street urchins in Indonesia understand more about our poser in chief than the average American.