Once upon a dark and stormy night, I sat at the typewriter looking for a way out of my angst about the man I despised and hoped would be gone. His string orange hair wisped in the wind and betwixt the strands you could see his scalp. He was ugly and made America great again. I knew the enemy had set his eyes upon us, the guardians of darkness.
I had to convince the world, they needed to know the motives of this man. He would not stop at just America. The world was waking up. Darkness was being rolled back. So I thought and reached out to my kindred sources. I made an article to be read by the world which would show just how destructive it would be if he continued for another 4 years. So I made up a bunch of crap.