I woke up in a crack house this morning [View all]

But I don’t have a drug problem. I’ve got to get to work but I can’t find my car keys. Maybe I dropped them in the corner by that pile of used needles. And my wallet-where’s my wallet? What’s this stain on my shirt and that smell-is that me? Nah, I definitely don’t have a problem.

Hitting rock bottom is usually a wake up call to get help and get yourself straightened out. Hello Trumpsters. Knock, knock, anybody home? Epstein, Iran, Greenland, the Pope, Trump is Jesus memes…is that a pile of used needles over there? Sniff yourselves, that nasty odor is you.

If you’re a MAGA and you haven’t realized you hit rock bottom yet it’ll be a short time before your lifeless body is found on a pile of garbage bags in some back alley with rats nibbling on the filthy Trump flag you were using as a blanket. If you’re excusing threats of genocide-it’s a sign. Think that trashing our national reputation, our long standing alliances and the world economy is some kind of brilliant strategy? You’ve got to lay off that stuff. Siding with Trump over the Pope because old Leo spoke out about humanity and compassion? My goodness, you have found the bottom of the barrel.