It were night, it were raining hard, wind blowing, thunder, lightning, me in a second floor turret room next to a window, lights off, storm light on a table with the ONE WHO KNOWS, with creamed tay and mango scones.
The trumpster can't do 1/4 of what he said he was gonna do. Cool, so we're still doomed! By something other than his Keystone pipeline, that is.
