#fuckyou #stfu Donald Drumpf

Dear Donald J. Trump I've got words for you, and you are NOT going to like them at all, and apparently, neither will my FB friends that support you. You know a lot, but most of the stuff you say isn't factual. It's Alt-Factual. Otherwise known as a fucking lie.
I know!
Someone is actually calling you out, DIRECTLY, on your bullshit! And I'm not being nice about it either! In fact, I've never been nice about being the meanest S.O.B. to write a book of messages to a illegitimate president! Because you aren't in my eyes, nope. That's right, I am an election result denier! Kind of like how you're a Reality denier! weird how all of that works, isn't it?
You get your news from brietbart.com, which shits out more fake news into your eyeball mouths than your daddy ever did about why he was dressed as a ghost and it wasn't even Howl'o'ween. Look, I get that you're currently enraptured in summoning the four horsemen of the apocalypse for President Bannon, because you're just a place holder for the Vice President, who, sad to say, given his views on Marriage Equality, will be an even better president than you'll ever pretend to be!
This isn't a man throwing shade, no. This is a man throwing a fucking black hole at you, one that simply grows and grows, forever enveloping you in stone cold disrespect. For while you might be the commander in Cheeto dust,you are still a vile, intolerable, mistake of the human genome being formed, presumable while all the greek gods finally died of shame when the god of Orgies took it a few steps too far, and Zeus would up with a glitter trap between his butt cheeks and Hermes winged sandals were in Hades mouth for some reason.
In summary, you're bat shit crazy, unqualified, inexperienced in not trying to blow yourself in a fiery green radioactive mushroom cloud of disappointed tweets and rule 34 search results. Of what, you may be asking? Something only you'd find interesting. and no one will ever guess what that is, unless there was a document out there that directly stated what your perversion was.
It's screaming at baby pandas until you turn a darker fifty shades of shut-the-fuck-up-you-annoying-orange-copyright-infringement. Yes, it took balls to write this DIRECTLY at you.
And I do have giant hands, I can swat a nest of bees and feel confident knowing I don't need to post videos of myself looking like I have the worst case of volatile constipation in the world, but there's a Sudoku puzzle right in front of me, and logic dictates that I'll have to crap myself before walking away from one that's unsolved.
Go fuck yourself Drumpf. We all know the truth, which is why you will never be allowed at the lemonade stand located in front of a mattress store, ever again.