We’re only 4 months into Trump’s term and already the shitlibs are sputtering and babbling about a “do-over” like some sad little child who just can’t accept they got totally fucking trounced and there ARE no “do-overs”:
Hypothetically, I’d own a private jet if my Powerball numbers had only matched up. Hypothetically, if Terry Tucker hadn’t protected her little baby Clayton from the real world for 34 years, he might have his own apartment by now and a real job. Hypothetically, if my mom hadn’t smoked while she was pregnant with me, I’d have a 160 IQ instead of only 130….I’d probably have a 12-inch cock, too.
Sad, sad little shitlibs. STILL can’t handle what happened. I love it.