Which explains his deep and abiding love of the Trump children.
They're kindred spirits. Equally misshapen, in a spiritual way.
Of course Ivanka and Jared have gleefully reminded Stevie-poo that Herman Cain took a month and a half to die of Covid. Six agonizing weeks, with ups and downs, without enough orange body paint or hydroxychloroquine (commonly available as fish tank cleaner), and have offered to shove a neon light tube up his ass regularly, to help him heal, or die, faster. Apparently there is now a huge supply of them in the White House, where the staff in the basement, and sex slaves in the bunker, partake of their blessings daily.
But garlic would have ensured social distancing. And kept Stephen safe from infection. He might never have gotten near the blood of those people if it had been rich with garlic.
As it is, the blood sucking space freak and the giant orange turd bag may die horribly before the end of the month. Out of breath and choking on their own ichor. We can but hope.
This essay was written by Hello Kitty.
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