DONALD TRUMP IS A JOKE. AND HIS JOKE SON IS MAKING PROPOGANDA LACED DIATRIBES DISGUISED AS A BOOK.THIS IS A JOKE? NO. THIS IS TRUMP'S SON, LADEN WITH NEPOTISM, CA... moreDONALD TRUMP IS A JOKE. AND HIS JOKE SON IS MAKING PROPOGANDA LACED DIATRIBES DISGUISED AS A BOOK.THIS IS A JOKE? NO. THIS IS TRUMP'S SON, LADEN WITH NEPOTISM, CALLING OUT EVERYONE ELSE WHO HE THINKS IS GUILTY OF NEPOTISM. HE IS A BILLIONAIRE'S SON. THE SON WHO THINKS THE BASE ARE HIS PEOPLE. HIS PEOPLE? EVERY WEEKEND HE IS FISHING, HUNTING AND KILLING ANIMALS WITH THE BASE AND WE NEED TO READ THIS CRAP? WHAT A PIG. WE CARE? HE WANTS TO RESONATE WITH THE BASE. HE CRITICIZES HUNTER BIDEN. HOW DOES THIS BRAINLESS MORON SLEEP? SAME AS TRUMP, NO BRAINS.WHAT A JERK. WHAT A JERK. WHAT A JERK.
The Real Story of Donald Trump Jr.
All he ever wanted was to make his dad proud, but things have never turned out quite right for Donald Trump Jr. Even now, despite finding his purpose as a bombastic star of the far right, Junior’s personal life is in shambles and the specter of Robert Mueller looms large. As Julia Ioffe disc... less
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam - Poem by Omar Khayyam
Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGeraldI.Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of NightHas flung the Stone that puts the ... moreThe Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam - Poem by Omar Khayyam
Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGeraldI.Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of NightHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light. II.Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the SkyI heard a voice within the Tavern cry,'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the CupBefore Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.' III.And, as the Cock crew, those who stood beforeThe Tavern shouted - 'Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay,And, once departed, may return no more.' IV.Now the New Year reviving old Desires,The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,Where the White Hand of Moses on the BoughPuts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires. V.Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose,And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one Knows; But still the Vine her ancient ruby yields,And still a Garden by the Water blows. VI.And David's Lips are lock't; but in divineHigh piping Pehlevi, ... less
