War Letters from the America in Donald Trump's Mind

A devastating text

My Dearest Annette,

I write to you from the frontlines of an America under siege. The woke mob arrived at our encampment last night and gave us all pronouns.

Then the Antifa bastards took General McAdams from his tent and read him Das Kapital until he confessed that the motivating force of capitalism is labor exploitation. He’s a shell of a man now, muttering about the means of production.

I’d shoot him to put him out of his misery, but alas, they took our guns, which they’re using for post-birth executions. After the baby is born.

My love for you shines eternal. Kiss little Reggie for me.

With flickering hope,

Reginald

PS: How is our sweet dog Buttons? Give him an extra treat.

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