store the vodka under your bed

Shit's about to get real.   

I'm sure you heard about Trump's phone call to Taiwan.  (He has since "tweeted" that Taiwan called him, which is disputed by their spokesperson. Call me a traitor if you must, but I'd believe the inside of a cow's colon long before I'd ever believe our lying POSIC Elect, just so you know.)  Below is an excerpt from the article linked above:

"Even if the provocation is intentional, that doesn’t mean Trump has acted wisely. “I would guess that President-elect Trump does not really comprehend how sensitive Beijing is about this issue,” Bonnie Glaser, director of the China Power Project at the Center for Strategic and International Studies, told The Hill.

Some observers suggested that the call fits with the pattern of Trump intertwining his business and political interests, pointing out that he’s currently seeking to open luxury hotels in Taiwan."

Yup...PGIC Elect is looking to bank even more bazillions than he claims he already has (who knows if that's true because the fucker won't release his tax returns - something his drooling, slurring fan boys don't care about), because you can never be too rich or too thin.  Well, at least he has the rich part down! - allegedly.

In my attempt to record all of this, I'll just park these tweets from our PGIC Elect here:

Yup...he's tweet-trolling a country to whom we owe 1.157 trillion dollars.  This is after breaking a very real and nuanced foreign political protocol that has pissed China off.  I can only imagine their increasing anger when they read his asinine tweets (and you can bet your bladder they will!)  

I honestly think this man is going to get us all killed...for real, nuked to a crisp dead to be precise.   Don't believe me?  You don't have to.  But might I suggest you invest in a bunker, or if you're like me and can't afford $100K for underground square footage, then just stock up on marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers.  Because nothing says "enjoy being nuked" like good ol' fashioned s'mores.  

Or, just do like I'm doing...store the vodka under your bed.