What Could Go Wrong?
Rocket Man is widely considered an unstable, murderous dictator who oppressed his own people, and poisoned his half-brother.
Or, he’s a very, very honorable man.
Depending upon which version of Kim Jong Un that Trump is referencing.
They’re supposed to meet on Tuesday in Singapore, and world peace will ensue as Trump, who’s been preparing for denuclearization of a murderous dictator, all of his life...
...great call for that sort of thing in the real estate game.
Yet, there’s a lot to lose here.
The world will watch as the two groups meet, lead by Trump and Kim Jong Un.
The art of the deal may not work, but then again, what do I know.
Our fearless leader, who is currently picking a fight with all of our allies will most definitely paint any sort of meeting as “something so exciting, the like of which the world has never seen.”
Yet, the thing about spies and dictators and evil human beings...
...it’s hard to grasp the depth of their instability. It’s equally difficult to appreciate the depths to which they’ll sink to destroy you.
The deal here is that perhaps North Korea will participate in world events. They will be able to feed their people. They will have a little money.
Just gotta’ give up the nukes.
Easy enough!
What could possibly go wrong?
I used to go car shopping with my Dad. He was certainly a dealer, but I’m basically a non-confrontational person and I just never grasped the concept that it might actually cost less than what was on the sticker.
“Come on! We’re going!!” Dad would yell as I would apologize to the dealer guy who seemed like a perfectly reasonable guy.
It wasn’t his fault that the car cost so much.
“What are we doing?” I’d ask, as we walked to the car. “I really need a vehicle.”
Dad wouldn’t even answer.
“John!” The dealer dude will call us.
We always got a better deal.
Not sure the used car salesman technique will work when it comes to nukes, but I think that’s the plan.
I can sign up for Trump tooting his own horn after he and the little dictator split a McDonald’s dinner box.
Just don’t get us nuked.
“We’re all gonna’ die,” one guy tweeted. “Two dorks are getting together to negotiate the end of days.”
That would stink.
Good luck to all.
Are there still fallout shelters around here?
Or, he’s a very, very honorable man.
Depending upon which version of Kim Jong Un that Trump is referencing.
They’re supposed to meet on Tuesday in Singapore, and world peace will ensue as Trump, who’s been preparing for denuclearization of a murderous dictator, all of his life...
...great call for that sort of thing in the real estate game.
Yet, there’s a lot to lose here.
The world will watch as the two groups meet, lead by Trump and Kim Jong Un.
The art of the deal may not work, but then again, what do I know.
Our fearless leader, who is currently picking a fight with all of our allies will most definitely paint any sort of meeting as “something so exciting, the like of which the world has never seen.”
Yet, the thing about spies and dictators and evil human beings...
...it’s hard to grasp the depth of their instability. It’s equally difficult to appreciate the depths to which they’ll sink to destroy you.
The deal here is that perhaps North Korea will participate in world events. They will be able to feed their people. They will have a little money.
Just gotta’ give up the nukes.
Easy enough!
What could possibly go wrong?
I used to go car shopping with my Dad. He was certainly a dealer, but I’m basically a non-confrontational person and I just never grasped the concept that it might actually cost less than what was on the sticker.
“Come on! We’re going!!” Dad would yell as I would apologize to the dealer guy who seemed like a perfectly reasonable guy.
It wasn’t his fault that the car cost so much.
“What are we doing?” I’d ask, as we walked to the car. “I really need a vehicle.”
Dad wouldn’t even answer.
“John!” The dealer dude will call us.
We always got a better deal.
Not sure the used car salesman technique will work when it comes to nukes, but I think that’s the plan.
I can sign up for Trump tooting his own horn after he and the little dictator split a McDonald’s dinner box.
Just don’t get us nuked.
“We’re all gonna’ die,” one guy tweeted. “Two dorks are getting together to negotiate the end of days.”
That would stink.
Good luck to all.
Are there still fallout shelters around here?
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