I’ve figured it out. If Donald Trump becomes our president, he will be our very own Caligula. He’ll demand an even bigger Air Force One (yes, there are larger versions of the 747. The half top for example), he’ll flaunt his wealth and mock, ridicule and humiliate Congress (no matter what you think of it, they are our representatives in our government). All that’s left is for him to set a place at State Dinner tables for his horse. Or in his case, some bimbo model of the week. He’ll start wars, and do whatever else he has to to fill that void in his ego he’s been trying to fill his entire life.
That is all.