"Next they'll be waging a war on birthdays, especially children's birthdays. . . . These people are shameless."

You know what that is. It's when you have a rope. A very long rope. And on it is a dope. You know what a dope is? It's someone that believes absolute bullshit, I'll say BS. I don't want people saying ourpresident uses fucking curse words. You know? Many world leaders like me. They do. They wouldn't want the pussy press, I coined that, printing that the president has a potty mouth. You know what a potty mouth is. Think Adam Schiff. Get it. Get it. Anyway, there I was. Debating Obama. Not in person, but figureatively. Like how Lincoln debated Kennedy. Anyway, I beat him. Like a drum. You know how they do that. Beat on drums. They use wood things. They got a name for them. The sticks. They got a name. It doesn't matter. They use them. So, I beat him. And you know why I beat him. My incredibly chest. Who wants to see me naked! Put your hand down Nunes. I'm kidding. He's seen me naked. He has. Anyway 2020, to insanity and beyond!

"And we'll be selling pictures of me and Devin doing some Greek wrestling. There are two booths in the lobby on your way out."

I'm going to be on the front lines against this war on Thanksgiving. Can you believe it. Some people want to change the name. They want to change it. Jesus gave us that name, but that's not good enough for them. It isn't. Don't worry though, I'm going to be on the front lines defending it. And by on the front lines, I mean at home resting my bone spurs and thinking about Thanksgiving while eating my McDonalds and Kentucky fried chicken. Chicken the other Turkey, I call it.