Come to the snowflake capital of the dis-United States, the SF Bay Airhead area. The twinkies in my office were getting "the vapors" just thinking about what (according to them, "Not My") President Trump would have to say tonight. I guarantee that they will be yowling like a pack of alley cats at midnight tomorrow. Luckily for me, I won't be there!
They’ll hate him for not giving them anything to hate.