Infestations

I've lost count of the number of times Donald Trump's words, either spoken or tweeted, would have resulted in immediate dismissal from every workplace in America but one; the White House. You're fired. Do not stop to pack up your desk. Do not bid a fond farewell to others in the cubicle farm. Get out of here. You're a cancer, and we don't want you around.

Day after day, hour after hour, tweet after tweet, he demonstrates his overarching goal; to divide Americans, the people he theoretically serves. He is the President of the United States, and he is incapable of thinking or behaving as anything other than a petulant toddler. I am so saddened for America. We have fallen very, very far.