Don’t blame me if I’m a little giddy this morning, that I woke up smiling, that life seems damn sweeter on this day.
Yeah, I kind of love when someone gets what they deserve, gets called out. Donald J. Trump, the-liar-in-chief, the xenophobe, misogynist, LGBQT-hating, white supremacist-loving, name-calling, dictator-like, media-detesting, emolument-abusing, “grab ’em by the pussy,” Hillary-hating, “I can do it because I’m president,” election-stealing, bully, with the fifteen word vocabulary and the mannequin-like wife who wears her emotions on her clothes, instead of working on any first lady initiatives (oh, sorry, she has her “Be Best” anti-bullying initiative, which ignores the largest bully in the country). might possibly be getting his hands slapped. Finally. Fucking finally.
Yes, I know that the Teflon Don has had every accusation slide off him like a kid on a sled glides down a snowy hill, but this just might stick. This just might be the moment when his bad behavior gets him in the naughty chair. Permanently.
Yes, I’m watching the developments carefully, happily, GLEEFULLY. Karma, baby. Gratitude.