Might as well face it, we are all living in a material Trump world.  Today, I’ll be flying on Trump Errlines (sic) to the deadly Taj Majal (sic) casino while moushing (sic) on a Trump stake (sic) and drinking it down with Trump Wader (sic) and Rushin (sic) Vodka and minding my madders (sic) in the all new genuine fake news in Trump Magazine.

Meenwhile (sic) talking with my German (sic) father on my Trump Mortage (sic) rated  #549,666.00  home lender in the world. Oh, and please don’t tell anybodies (sic) I am wearing Trump fashions oranges in the cities of Immigrant Mexico, Bangloadesh (sic), and Chinah (sic)  where everyone has yellow skins and slanty (sick)  eyes.

But wait, I wont be doing any of those things. Do you think I went to Trump University? headed by the most staple (sic) geniuses of all time?  No, because the biggest maggot of all times, David Duke’s dear leader, has run them all into the $^@*king ground.