I
have called Donald Trump a whore. I have called him spoiled, petulant
and selfish. In place of human attributes such as integrity, maturity
and morality, Donald Trump has, well, ego.
So very much ego.
I
have wished for his death. I have accused him of everything except
being a leader. If the human being exists whom I have less regard
for, I have not been made aware of his (or her) existence.
You
can, of course, argue that this is merely opinion. Conjecture. The
wounded feelings of someone who mourns the passing of our democracy.
You
might even be correct.
So
it is with that in mind that I search for absolute proof.
The convincing, unassailable fact that will convert the nonconvertible
and make believers of those who do not.
It
has taken nearly a year, but I believe I finally have that which will
confirm Donald Trump's standing as an insensible, unintelligible,
craven, immoral sub-human:
When
asked how the president prefers his steak, a local restaurateur
revealed that Mr. Trump likes it well-done—with ketchup.
Nothing
more need be said.
The
anti-christ is upon us.
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