You can only hang Trump so many times before he should be dead. Impeach him, twice if you like. Hit him with 91 charges. Rip so much money out of his bank account with court-imposed penalties that it seems he should be rendered penniless. Yet, he's not dying. He laughs at the noose around his neck and pulls it off. He jumps out of the electric chair. Bullets bounce off him if you try to execute him that way.
Think you've killed him and sent him to the land of ghosts. "Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated," he will reply.
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