If you voted for Donald Trump, don’t come to my funeral.
But I’m not dead. And I am not imminently about to be dead. You probably don’t know me, so why you would come anyway? It’s because I’m a multi-billionaire (when the loan comes through) and I got stuff, the best stuff; everybody wants my stuff. When I die, I’ll be passing out that great stuff. Believe me. And I did vote for Hillary Clinton.
I do whine because I want to win, and I’m not happy about not winning, and I am a whiner, and I keep whining and whining until I win. I lie awake at night and think and plot. Now the show is “Trump,” and it is a sold-out performances everywhere.
God bless the mosaic of people that make America great and that our strength, dignity, and compassion prevail.
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Back to when my funeral will be, I’ll keep you in suspense, OK?