January 10, 2021
Now that he has been permanently barred from Twitter for life, I can only imagine Donald Trump doing his best George Floyd impersonation. “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.” Twitter has put a knee on his neck, and cut off his oxygen. This has to be excruciatingly painful. The self-styled counterpuncher has to sit on his fat ass, and just take it. The press, politicians, and social media are free to say and do what they want without worrying about a Twitter storm at the thumbs of the President. Twitter has done what Melania couldn’t with her faux anti-bullying campaign.
I am sure there is a lot of righteous indignation in the dark corners of the right wing media, but, frankly Scarlett, I don’t give a damn. I am looking forward to the day when I don’t have to see his orange face, listen to his tortured syntax, and be exposed to his embarrassing and inflammatory Tweets. He will cease to exist in the consciousness of most Americans as long as they don’t spend their days doomscrolling through conspiracy websites. We can all take a deep breath and breathe in democracy.
The Spin Doctor 