Sinclair Lewis’s 1935 plagiarized his works from Nostradamus...wherein Nostradamus foretold the coming of the greater hater...an orange haired blond guy(hey, nobodies perfect) that would shortly after taking power sprout horns, tail, and pitch fork...a pitch fork of such magnitude as to be able to skewer 10 million screaming, whaling, teeth gnashers of the left on each of its mighty four forks...

I think I got that right...

Anyway, I think...think, I say...I saw a couple bumps growing out of Trumps forehead...Trump Bumps...as it were...

where was I going with that story?

Oh yea...the greater hater...yea, he's going to use the fires of hell to stoke his ovens...when they are cracking hot...he's going to put the pitch fork in there with the 40 million skewered liberals on it...cook em up good and dine on schit kabobs.

I think that's the end of the story....