Shifty Shiff and rip it up Nancy and their fantasies hopes and desire for the oncoming November Election

Yes, we see the clouds pregnant with lightning, and their are swelling milk udders from which  we will drink the milk of victory — we are  bows lusting for their arrow, an arrow lusting for its star—for we are the Sun itself and an inexorable solar will, ready to annihilate Trump. 

I know of a very good and esteemed Psychiatrist if they we at all interested.