As meaningless as my comment, each time he opens his mouth and 'words' are uttered (he bypassed 'spoken' awhile back) I do not hear any conviction, knowledge of a vowel of an utterance. A little above a whisper, as if any more firm losing consciousness is a strong possibility, makes me wonder if Donald couldn't possibly be the individual…
As meaningless as my comment, each time he opens his mouth and 'words' are uttered (he bypassed 'spoken' awhile back) I do not hear any conviction, knowledge of a vowel of an utterance. A little above a whisper, as if any more firm losing consciousness is a strong possibility, makes me wonder if Donald couldn't possibly be the individual behind any of the wretched acts from the white house (on purpose). Someone with a smidge less ego feeds the ideas to him and, like a bad seed kid with a new gift of a sharpened chainsaw, words of possible acts, he sets down the chainsaw carefully to not hurt it on a table and dashes to the most public place and gives a 'glorious' speech, he knows, relishing in his most leadership-like role, disguising lies and made up stories, of his plans to do beautiful things for his public knowing full well he speaks of destruction and greed as told to him by his 'friend for the moment' gent with a little less ego. If the speech weren't written for him he has no idea what he uttered except he knows his newly sharpened chainsaw is waiting for the boy with no heart.
As meaningless as my comment, each time he opens his mouth and 'words' are uttered (he bypassed 'spoken' awhile back) I do not hear any conviction, knowledge of a vowel of an utterance. A little above a whisper, as if any more firm losing consciousness is a strong possibility, makes me wonder if Donald couldn't possibly be the individual behind any of the wretched acts from the white house (on purpose). Someone with a smidge less ego feeds the ideas to him and, like a bad seed kid with a new gift of a sharpened chainsaw, words of possible acts, he sets down the chainsaw carefully to not hurt it on a table and dashes to the most public place and gives a 'glorious' speech, he knows, relishing in his most leadership-like role, disguising lies and made up stories, of his plans to do beautiful things for his public knowing full well he speaks of destruction and greed as told to him by his 'friend for the moment' gent with a little less ego. If the speech weren't written for him he has no idea what he uttered except he knows his newly sharpened chainsaw is waiting for the boy with no heart.