Trick or Trick

     In the glorious age of the Great Trumpkin, every day is Halloween.

     The Capitol building is little more than a half-empty haunted house occupied by Senators and congressional lobbyists wondering where their employees in the House have gone. Trump is deciding how much to charge the kids who will show up at the White House tonight for Halloween candy and Stephen Miller is practicing popping up vertically from a coffin.

     Dismembered bodies are bobbing up all over the Caribbean, people are going hungry and will soon be priced out of their health insurance plans. People are getting tear=gassed and having pepper balls fired at them as they're pulled from their cars, jobs and homes.

      

     And in Japan recently, Trump lurched around like the Frankenstein monster and saluted the Japanese flag. It's a Halloween Wonderland!

     How wonderfully frightening and exciting it is knowing our country is run by a guy who doesn't even know where he is half the time and wanders off like, well, an Alzheimer's sufferer? It's like playing Russian roulette 24/7!

      And, let's face it, the Great Trumpkin has been leaving flaming bags of dog shit on the stoops of American homes for decades and fooling tens of millions into thinking they're gift baskets. And, despite four straight years of Halloween, the American people, in its traditionally finite wisdom, decided last November to give us more of the same! What a country!