You’ve got to feel sorry for Donald Trump. No, really. Bear with me. Stop throwing things at the screen and let me explain.
Wherever he goes he is greeted by protesters and on his upcoming trip to Britain the protesters are reportedly to be topping the 400,000 protesters who waved placards telling to him to bugger off back to America.
Most of the time, when people take a holiday abroad they return home gushing about how friendly the locals were, how helpful and accommodating and then whip out the digital camera and bore you to tears with pictures of them grinning alongside that nice couple who ran that lovely little bar.
Trump doesn’t have any photos like that. His holiday snaps, assuming he takes any, must consist of brief glimpses of landmarks as seen through a ten-inch layer of bulletproof glass and half hidden behind a banner making fun of his small hands and orange face.
It can’t be good for the psyche, being reviled around the world and I can’t see it getting better any time soon now that his close friendship and travels with a notorious pedophile is being exposed.
When he retires, where’s he meant to go for a nice relaxing getaway? To be honest such is the hatred of him that even in 20 years if he pops out for a meal during a break, chances are the kitchen staff will be queuing up to dribble all manner of bodily fluids in his food.
He may also want to hope that there isn't an afterlife at all because if there is, chances are they’re already working on those 'special meals' and the Devil may have the best tunes but he must also have access to some pretty evil bodily fluids to mix into that food so have a thought for what its like to be Donald Trump..and thank God himself that you are not going to spend the rest of your life looking at your plate of food and wondering exactly why they have given you mayonnaise when you didn't ask for it and if that Apple Juice is looking a bit of a strange colour.
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