The Wandering Orange-Haired Baboon is scrambling as the election nears. He's in Pennsylvania, a swing state where electors are important to both candidates. So, babbling gibberish, the perennial candidate noted to the local crowd that their town was home to Arnold Palmer, one of America's greatest golfers. Trumpie owns a number of golf courses around the country, and actually makes his home in MAr-A-Largo Club in Florida. So Trumpie entertains the crowd with thoughts on the late Mr. Palmer who died in 20116 @ 87.
So, Trumpie mentions the great career of the man; and then he continues with a comment meant to amuse the local crowd: "When Mr. Palmer showered in the club after a day's round on the links, the other players would often be in the same shower at that time. Mr. Trumpie said that those other golfers would come out of the locker room aghast at the physical size of Palmer's appendage. A "real" man" in Trumpie's eyes.
This candidate has the mind set of a teenage male. And he wants to be POTUS, again. No.
No more Trumpie in the White House. No more Kushner, no more Ivanka, no more Steve Bannon, no more wing nuts.
Enough.
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