"The Donald," America's second most beloved "Reality Star" (behind Sarah Pal-in) has made headlines recently, generating a lot of publicity for himself by demeaning and demanding that the President of the United States release the "long form" of his birth certificate to prove that the President, Barack Obama, is eligible to hold the office to which he was elected to by 65 million Americans and a handful of illegal aliens.
Trump, who has never served a "single day" as an elected official, has launched a mean spirited campaign on Fox TV slandering the President of the United States of America, our Commander in Chief, in this dreadful time of war, with his loud, oversized mouth, crazy wide-eyed arrogant accusations that only a raving lunatic or an unstable political novice would make: to wit, that the president is really "bald", which this correspondent knows is a "bald" face fabrication.
Well, Donald, politics is a blood sport and you tossed out the first girlish saber, so, shouldn't you be compelled to release the name or names of the hair stylist(s) responsible for that awful "comb over" that adorns your misguided head? Who is responsible for that nightmare? You know, Donald, you ain't foolin' anyone! The world knows the truth - you are losing your hair.
The comb over is not working. Get a hair cut, Donald, preferably a 50's Crew Cut. That's where you head is at, in the 1950's when your daddy was making millions from poor black folks and you were learning the trade of "evicting" those who were behind on their rent. You are truely a Great White American; a world class act with the compassion of a gnat. Who are you trying to fool, Donald? Is all that Viagra messing up your mind? Shouldn't you be required to disclose all the drugs that you are taking and spell out their uses?
What is really under that 'comb over', anyway, Donald? Is that where you hide your money - in that bottomless hole you call a head? Or, do you actually think that you are "fooling" America into thinking that you are not bald as an American Eagle? It's just not working, Donald, give it up. You are going to have bigger things to conceal: All the people you stiffed on your Trump Taj and Mahala Jackson Casino and Lap Dance Club in Atlantic City, New Jersey, where you aledgely filed bankruptcy and fraudulently burned your investors.
We, here at the institution, have it on pretty "unreliable" sources that your impoverished former investors are rising from the ranks of the "undead" and are goulishly wanting their money back. They are coming for you and they are not deceived by the comb over. Our disreputable sources, sworn to secrecy as true Urinalists, here, at the Bird Droppings Institute, ( A Think Tank For Smart Alecs, located just a sharp right turn from Commonsense, in lovely, but, nearly all torn down, Mildew, Ohio), are concern about America's future in your hands, knowing where your hands have been these long cold nights!
Recently, the Very Reverend Oral Fleece, pastor of the Church of the How Deep Is Your Pockets - How Small Is Your Brain, spoke to a convention of club soda salesmen, at their Annual Convention, in Mildew, Ohio and stunned the audience when he dropped his pants and revealed the length of his own "comb over". As a world rejected Seer-er and Monday Night lecturer, Reverend Oral for told, in a dervish dancing dream, that "legion of malcontents will be coming out of the closet and from under the woodwork to expose the world to the real Donald and they aren't talking about Donald Duck", he noted in his Phd dissertation.
Reverend Oral Fleece, a fellow compatriot of the nationally acclaimed, Reverend Terry, the Fire Bug and founder of the World Wide Church of Fire Starters, both, received their preachers license from the same box of cereal. And, both, also, have signed on to the Trump campaign and are vying for Trumps ear, but, neither have been able to find it due to the extensive "comb over." So, in summary, I say it is time for Trump to release the name of his barber or shut the Hell Up!
WAKE UP AMERICA - BEFORE WE ARE ALL FLOCKED OFF!