Euphoria. Who doesn’t want that? I saw Elon Musk Hitlergroeting of joy at the party of his excited owner Donald Trump. Of course, a discussion has arisen about that Hitler salute. On the left saw something Nazi, while on the right perseveres he pointed to Mars. He meant: there comes my holiday home.
It was exuberant there anyway in Washington. A colorful evening that already started at noon. Lots of fuss and even more bombing. Wonderful to look at the softly confused Joe Biden, who refused to clap the crazy crowd after every announced measure. Except when it was about something that he turned out to have worked on.
Did he actually know which party he was at? Could he remember that he had been the president himself for the past four years? Or did he wait meekly for the further empty Democrats van that would come to get him? Rarely see someone disappear so fragile in his own fog.
The funniest of everything? No, not that dance, but the kiss that Donald wanted to give to Melania. That was an important moment. Not only for the president and his chronically angry wife, but for the entire United States. I explain this.
An American friend of mine has been deep in the world of the White House for years and therefore has a lot of intimate details of many presidents. Similarly about Trump. He said that Melania had let her husband know that she was not going to dance with him, let alone that the whore runner could kiss her. The literal text of her app reads: that rousty bastard only hires a traveled porn star for this rancid job.
The president naturally made this message furious because this would mean an uncontrollable loss of face. Impossible that you have just announced with a big mouth that you are going to change the name of the Gulf of Mexico, will become the Panama Canal of you, just like Greenland and Canada, but that your own wife abandons you because she is a second -class pussygrabaar finds. In short: panic in the tent.
After a lot of mail traffic from very expensive lawyers it was agreed that she would put on a hat in which a helmet was hidden and that if she would feel his old lips anyway at the so -called kiss, she could sell him a ruthless headbump. With that helmet. And a hard knee in his old balls.
She would also put him if he danced a little too intimate with her with a very fast judo village in one fell swoop on his back on the dance floor. For the eyes of billions of viewers. On that throw, she secretly trained for months with the Judoka Andreja Leski from her native Slovenia.
Andreja won a Golden Judoplak in Paris last summer. She trained Melania for free and did that out of solidarity with all women throughout the world. Donald wore a tock as a precaution. He had borrowed it from an elderly ice hockey keeper.
These are the facts and this shows that Donald is indeed a fluffy wimp and that nobody really has to be afraid of him. Also not the millions of illegal immigrants. It’s just a big mouth. A hallucinating fantastic with a deep stupid following. Who will get applause when he shouts that he will put a flag on Mars? Then you are all terribly confused?
With this background information I looked at the ceremony. I also knew that Melania had demanded a young muscular marine as a company. After that, the shaking Donald had given everyone a marine. Then it noticed less.
Furthermore, the conditions stated that she was allowed to take the Marinier to the bedroom of the White House and that the president went into the guest bed. I don’t know if the latter happened, but my friend told that he heard Donald after three glass champagne to Elon poaching that his wife had begged in his ear while dancing: “Drill baby drill.”