Love, true love
It was like waiting for David and Maddie, or Scully and Mulder, or Buttercup and Wesley to finally kiss. Donald Trump finally met the obscure object of his desire, Vladimir Putin, and it was all that and a bag of chips.
I really don't have much to say. What can one say when a president of the United States tastes the feces of the man partly responsible for his holding the office? This was supposed to be prevented by the Electoral College. But that institution, implemented to protect the interests of small slave states, performed exactly as actually constituted, and gave us a traitor as president.
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