Out of appeals - Trump preps for trial

Hopefully TFG will finally face the inevitable

Teaching TFG how to really scowl for the trial cameras

I wanted to talk to TFG about his multitude of failed appeals and his upcoming first of many trials, but as I have mentioned previously he refuses to speak with me unless I pay him.

In US or Russian currency.

Nick refused to give me any cash that would end up in one of Trump’s secret out-of-country bank accounts, and TFG refused to accept feline currency i.e. dead rodents, whining that eating a rodent is tantamount to cannibalism according to his trusted advisor, Stephen Miller.

And now it appears that TFG has run out of reasons to appeal.

He’s been grasping for excuses for what seems like years at this point. And I’m sick of it, as most decent two-legs and felines are.

So, to relieve his angst and anger he has taken to the streets and started punching and kicking homeless people, kittens and puppies.

Apparently he’s spending the majority of his time practicing scowling into mirrors - anything with a reflective surface - windows, spoons - anything shiny.

Donald likes shiny things - not unlike crows or other carrion eaters.

Since the big guy won’t talk to me, I thought I’d chat with a few Mar-a-Lardo staff, who were more than happy to dish on ‘El Lardo’ - their nickname for him.

One of the staff told me, “He loves that name. He thinks it means the ‘the boss’ in Spanish.”

I asked them why they would work for someone who clearly abuses and underpays them.

“Truthfully, he hasn’t paid us in months. He tells us that he’ll pay us next week. Next week never comes. And now he owes us so much we’re scared to quit.

“A lot of us are here illegally so we don’t really have any recourse. Working here is not unlike being trapped in hell.”

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