Mr. Trump I voted for you because I thought you would be a breath of fresh air. I was wrong. Only thing coming out of your mouth is the putrid smelling hot air of your lies and insane tweets. You fooled me. My bad. You ridicule our allies while fawning over North Korea and Russia. Putin put the perfect idiot in the White House.
We all make mistakes. I admit I made a mistake in voting for you. I learned from my mistakes.
Some people never learn from their mistakes though. Some of your supporters don’t’ see you as a mistake. They won’t admit they made a mistake in putting you in office. To admit a mistake they would feel weakened so they support you and won’t come to terms of how they bungled putting the likes of you in office.
Your a Putz Mr. President
Your a Putz Mr. President. I put you down as a putz because, well seemed to fit. I didn’t exactly know what a putz was but after marking you as a putz I looked up the definition. I was right you certainly are a putz.
Mr. President Putz I await your next tweet. I need a little humor in my life and you seem to fit the bill. You have a knack for twisting real news and making it in your version of “fake news.” You maybe on to something though because other dictators are picking up on the fake news angle to justify repression of their people. They owe it all to you President Putz.
What makes a grown man tweet outrageous lies in bursts? Im sure after this debacle in America’s history there will be many books by psychiatrists that will attempt to analyze your failures.
We have had great men in the White House but you couldn’t even hold a candle to the worse we have had. In the official President painting there should be your name Putz and a blank canvass.