The year is 2032, the game is Russian Roulette... It's your turn, you wipe sweat from your brow, courageously, you pick it up, and eat the head of romaine lettuce.
Remember in his first term when he said he'd make taxes fit on a postcard? Hypocrites break promises all the time, it takes a real piece of shit to run as fast as he can in the other direction.
Such moral courage 🙄