Friends of mine invited me to Sagamore Hill to visit Teddy, as in Roosevelt, but alas, declined, due to my recent health issue. But boy, if there was ever a time I need to talk to him, it’s now.
This North Korea business has me very nervous. I truly don’t think our dear president, who should have his phone confiscated, should be playing, Whose Dick is Bigger, with Kim Jong, since it’s probably a sore spot to begin with, considering he looks 12.
I don’t want to criticize our esteemed (in theory) president, but…WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM?
IS HE JUST BORED?
STOP ANTAGONIZING THE WORLD. PLEASE, OR WE WILL CEASE TO HAVE ONE.
You don’t have to be a Harvard grad to get it. Did we learn nothing from the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis? What’s it going to take…exhuming Teddy? All I know is, a dead TR at the moment, would make me feel a whole lot safer, than a Tweeting Donald Trump.
But that’s just me.