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The Trump Card

The American Presidential Elections (yes, you do need to type that with the capitals) are right round the corner, so what better subject to blog about than Obie's (Obama's) successor?

As of right now, the chap getting the most attention in the election is everyone's favourite idiot(-savant), Donald Trump. Donald Trump, for those of you who don't know, is a Republican who makes Alia Bhatt seem a likely candidate for a Nobel prize in History. He has, in short, the mental acuity of a stick insect. IMHO, the only reason Trump joined the elections was to become a meme (choice samples shown below).

Be careful, things might get hairy with these memes...
Eat your heart out, Chuck Norris!
Donald Trump does, however, have his good ideas (no, I swear, it's true!). For instance, he feels that the best way to stop oil prices rising is to have someone sitting in Washington saying, you will not raise that <unprintable word> price. Absolute genius, right? Our friends over in Saudi Arabia will be quaking in their madas sharqis (though I think we all ought to be quaking in our boots - for all we know his first act of Presidentship will be to dissolve the UN). 

There was also the issue of Donald Trump trying to sue Bill Maher for $5 million. Apparently, Bill joked about Donald Trump's father being a chimpanzee. I suppose we can't blame Trump for being annoyed - his being a chimpanzee is no fault of his father's, after all.

But I think the best of Donald Trump's ideas is that of building a wall on the southern border of the United States in order to keep the Mexicans out. All I can say is, I want to see Trump's face when he realizes that tacos are Mexican food.

Let's face it: Donald Trump is mentally-challenged (to be nice about it). He's quoted as having said, "America doesn't have a gun control problem, it has a mental health problem." While I think that the first part of that statement is utter codswallop, I couldn't agree more with the second part. And what better evidence of a mental health problem than allowing Trump to run for president?

My proposed solution to all this is to simply let Arnold Schwarzenegger become President. It'll make the poor guy happy, and he's definitely been waiting long enough. It'll also give us some respite from those awful Terminator movies.

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