Hi there, President Trump. You’ve misplaced the election. Quickly, you received’t be president anymore – and that’s okay.
It’s okay to not be president. Most individuals aren’t.
There’s no use being anxious or mad concerning the election anymore since you misplaced, bitch. Hearken to the sounds round you. Hear the folks partying proper outdoors of the White Home, laughing at your defeat.
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Consider a time in your life whenever you did one thing good for others, one thing which may redeem you a bit within the eyes of the universe. What’s that? You possibly can’t consider something? Nicely, should you conceded proper now as a substitute of continuous to be a bit of bitch, at the very least you’d have that.
Image an unlawful poll in your head. Then think about a fire-breathing dragon proper subsequent to it and perceive that neither of those exist.
Now, see your self behind a podium in entrance of the press, desperately awaiting so that you can concede. It’s time to just accept that you’ll most likely go pee pee in your pants, cry, and fart all on the similar time. That’s okay. Every little thing goes to be okay, Don-Don.
All proper, Mr. President, it’s now time to open your eyes and settle for the hell you’ve created for your self. Bye bye. Bye bye.
Tamara Yajia, Ben Rosen & Grace Thomas