thoughts

Another dreary day at the den. It's cold as hell and I've taken a sobriety oath for the next 48 hours. Nothing will warm me up unless is spiked eggnog and even then i can't get my hands on that. So i tend to my pen and decide to try to understand that bastard Trump in a nutshell. Trump is as if Nixon took high speed Valium to conjure up his make belief, ego maniacal plans. He's just leaving bread crumbs for the next poor bastard who takes office. Hell, he could go two terms if we let him. And America is beginning to a lot of interesting nihilist actions that are sliding. There's no room for editing the man, he just goes straight to the media itself. No press release, just wake up and twitter is a campaign i would have loved to have followed if i was a fellow jet set monger, but i could come up with the funds in time. That bastard horse only ran thus fast. Now I'm fiending for drink and a heads or tails competition with the fireplace a la den. I hope the son of a bitch coin is tails. If not, then we'll move on to Russian roulette, which Trump is slowly looking down the barrel of. Unfortunately, Putin likes to play with a fully loaded .45.