Mad can mean angry.
It can also mean crazy.
It is also a magazine. He should be happy. He made the cover.
Do we really understand why the man is mad?
Could it be that too many steaks from Mar-a-Lago have given him permanent heartburn?
Something in his diet is making him have Sith eyes all the time.
There has to be a reason he tells so many lies,
And breaks wind on Twitter to give us all the gas,
To fuel explosions…
The man really is an… Biblical word for donkey.
It must be sad to be him.
Anger… dyspepsia… battling bubbling bile…
He’s really never happy, not even when he smiles.
He made a thirteen year old girl cry recently, sitting in the back of the car,
Watching ICE cart her father away to detention and eventual deportation.
If that doesn’t make him happy, I really don’t know what will.
He is planning to issue a new travel ban.
It will make life miserable for many Muslims…
Including those coming to this country with visas to get life-saving surgery.
Surely allowing something like that, life-saving surgery, is not worth making the man mad.
He deserves to have his fun.
After all, he won the most amazing election in history…
Without the help of Russian Putin, pudding, and pie…
On a platform of making sure that poor people don’t get affordable healthcare…
The issue the Republican non-silent majority care the most about in life…
Just ask Ted Cruz.
Such a lovely man… to be mad all the time. I only wish he knew that peace of mind and a quiet stomach come from doing good, eating right, and sleeping soundly at night…even during the Twitter hour. My life is a physical mess because I don’t have affordable healthcare even with Obamacare… something that will only get worse when the mad man gets his way. But I am not mad. I have done good with my life. I eat right. And I don’t sleep very well, but that is not my conscience bothering me… especially now that I have given up on tweeting with the twit-wits on Twitter.