Whatever the porcine swine TWEETS. He is the chief twit
Whatever the porcine swine sez while on his way to somewhere else via plane as he pauses for hours to
proselytize and lie to the reporters there who are dumb enough to listen to him.
No Constitution? He** no. It gets in the way of whatever the porcine swine decides to do. OFF WITH ITS HEAD.
Twittering and random half-a**ed press conferences on foot going away by plane have replaced them. The porcine swine strikes again. SIGH. When will it end? Guess! Who likes roast pork?
