S6363 Waste
President Trump rolled his eyes as the impeachment debate continued. He yawned loudly and thought.
(The Democrats lost the debate. They're going to win the vote on impeachment. They will lose on removal. Then, they will lose the 2020 election.) He smiled and tried to entertain himself by counting all of the suits in the courtroom.
(I'm losing so much time with this malarkey. Time that I could have spent drafting up an order to send battalions of Marines to take Atlantis for America. How do we know if the Spanish have already taken it?
The Africans? Those fried-chicken eating, shithole bred bastards could already be pushing their drugs, sagging their pants and dancing on that blessed island. Desecrating it.
What if those rice eating bastards from China have claimed it? I'm losing all this time sitting here instead of being on the Galeos.)
Trump stared at the young boy on the witness stand. His rainbow hair was tied back into small braids, "I'm sorry that I lied. I said I was gangsta but it turns out I'm just a little bitch. I'm tired of them holding me down and making me sing Fefe in the shower." He wiped his eyes, "I'm tired of having a mile of dick in my booty," he sobbed, "I'll do anything, please, I'll do anything, please, get away from the booty warrior!" Dropping his face into his arms and bursting into tears.
The judge calmly pounded his gavel, "Mr. Snitch-Nine," The judge shook his head, "No one in here cares about those things. We don't care if you've had your colon ruptured by a Mandingo-level horse-penis penetrating you. You bragged about being a gangster so you have to do the-"
Then, the nearby guard whispered to the judge, "Your honor, he's not black or even Puerto Rican."
The gawked, "He's not!" Eyes widening with shock, "Well, hmmm, there will be a brief recess." Clearing his throat and pounding the gavel.
As the court room cleared, Trump thought to himself. (These democratic dummies are impeaching because they want to avoid the debate on the economy, trade and immigration. They're desperate.)
Trump stood and flexed his nine-thousand dollar suit. (These simple fools have no idea wat they're doing. They have no idea of the legendary pokemon that are home to Atlantis if the legends are true. We should be there claiming it not here wasting time. Where the Swords? Are they there already?) He wondered as he marched up the steps of the courtroom.