Angrily, the strongman turned off CNN, the news-channel he loved to hate. Last segment was from a Halloween-costume store. Past few days, henchmen promised him the costume resembling the European yellow baby-blimp, a likeness of him wearing a safety-pinned diaper, would be a top-seller this year, even beating the statistics of inauguration-crowd.
But little children found it amusing, not scary. Giggling, they would kick it around the store like a football.
Fuming, he photo-shopped his own image clad in a skeleton costume, captioned “Booo-oo-oo”, and tweeted to migrant-caravan, thousand miles away. It was 3-00am on the “Day of the Dead”.
But little children found it amusing, not scary. Giggling, they would kick it around the store like a football.
Fuming, he photo-shopped his own image clad in a skeleton costume, captioned “Booo-oo-oo”, and tweeted to migrant-caravan, thousand miles away. It was 3-00am on the “Day of the Dead”.
