Stopping by Trump on a windy evening.

Aug 05, 2016 20:55

Robert Frost is spinning in his grave.

https://rottingpost.com/2016/03/25/stopping-by-the-woods-on-a-snowy-evening-by-donald-j-trump/


I have a pretty good idea whose woods these are, believe me.
And let me tell you something, my people say he’s a complete nobody.
This guy lives in the village. So what if he sees me stopping here?
I dare him to sue me! I dare him!

And by the way, this snow is pathetic.
These are by far, the least downy flakes ever!
I hear they had to import them from Canada.
I don’t know. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn’t. We’re looking into it.

My horse - he’s the most incredible horse, seriously,
I have the greatest, the classiest horses -
My horse doesn’t even know what the hell we’re doing here.
The horses love me though. They do.
They’re always shaking their bells at me, it’s very loving.
It’s a beautiful thing.

Let me tell you something, these woods are an embarrassment.
They’re not dark. They’re not deep. They’re nothing. They’re for losers.
And I cannot wait to sue this guy.
I cannot wait to sue this guy.

Just a horribly credible voice.

Please, PLEASE America, don't vote for him.

ETA: A wonderful suggestion from Newsthump. Donald Trump pledges to replace Constitution with the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition. Just click through if only to see the fabulous PhotoShop job.

poetry, politics

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