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How can anyone look at himself or herself in the mirror and support a reptile like Trump? I won't accept "the lesser of two evils" as a response.

The man is corrupt to the core. He is a cancer. 

"I can shoot anyone I want on Fifth Avenue and nobody will prosecute me." We'll see if his bullshit flies in November.

"I can grab a woman by the pussy and she loves it." I'm not so sure suburban women will agree with him come the election.

He has forfeited the right to call himself a human being. There is nothing worse than a person who thinks he knows everything but knows nothing.

The pervert is going wacko because his days as a sexual predator are over. Not even Melania will whack him off. She doesn't want to sleep in the same bedroom with this ape.

Remember his famous quote to Fox's Megyn Kelly: "You could see there was blood coming out of her eyes. Blood coming out of her whatever."

In the near future inside the Oval Office right before our very eyes we will witness Trump's not very "happy ending" as the request goes. Instead, sperm will pour out of his mouth, nose and ears.

It won't be a pleasant sight, but we are observing a sight that isn't very pretty.

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