Why for several days I have not been blogging.
Everything Trump touches, everything the entire GOP, these days, touches turns to a heap of stinking excrement.
Before he has even achieved anything, before the much touted meeting with Kim has even happened, Trump and his toadies have said he deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.
Everything he touches, everything that touches him, is slimed with filth and forever stained.
They will have to fumigate the White House for weeks.
Or bury it forever under tons of concrete like Chernobyl.
That will happen to the Nobel Peace Prize, if he gets it.
Catholic priests used to tell abused wives they could not get a divorce or even an annulment, but could and should pray for their husbands' happy death.
For the heathen out there, that means death shriven, in a state of grace.
Soon.
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