Taco Tuesday

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Have we all been following the Iran war?

The Strait remains closed.

Bombs are not being dropped, despite the fact that we were led to believe that Iran was going to be blown off the map.

And that’s because Trump Always Chickens Out.

Taco’s for everyone!

Here’s the deal:

He has no way out of it.

The war began because supposedly the nuclear program posed an imminent danger to every single American…

… just six months after it was announced that he had totally obliterated Iran’s chance to have a nuclear weapon.

(He was truly trying to wipe the Epstein story off the news).

So…

…a massive lie was told.

Also, not to mention that there was an Iran Nuclear agreement that worked perfectly, but it was orchestrated by Obama.

Anyway.

If you have followed along, it goes like this:

Monday: 

We are going to end a civilization. I’m not kidding this time.

Tuesday:

Tick-tock losers. You have no boats or planes or leaders left.

Wednesday:

Iran is making me mad. They bombed us and sent me a hate letter. We are going to wipe them off the map.

Thursday:

We are getting along very well with Iran right now. They will never have a nuke and they agreed to it!

Friday:

I’m putting the bombing of Iran on hold. We almost have a deal.

Monday:

We are going to end a civilization. I’m not kidding this time.

And all the while, we pay $5 a gallon, groceries are outrageous, and every day we hear that he has made another billion off of insider trading…

…as he waits for his ballroom (which we are paying for) and a bunker.

I’ve had enough.

Drag him out by his wig, wipe the makeup off his face, and throw the pedo in a cage.

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