“The assassination I ordered is far more, Nancy, than just a call for another impeachment, inquiry. It is also, a call — for
help. To volatility, are markets, averse. I’m unfit. And markets need my volatility like I need impeachment inquiries, all the more.”
“As the two cars left the airport, with three missiles, they were struck. When becomes murder, assassination? And when becomes,
pray tell, democracy — autocracy? Indeed, I am wholly unfit to serve, judiciously. When does it, too late — finally … become?”
“When does it too late, finally, become? When becomes murder, assassination? And when becomes, pray tell, democracy — autocracy?
Indeed, I have seen along with Vladimir, our futures, alternative. I am wholly unfit to serve, judiciously. Please … remove me!”
“Democrats are pressing me about the attack’s timing. About whether it was meant to deflect attention from the president’s trial.
It raises the suspicion that military action was taken overseas, to distract from the president’s domestic, political trials.”
“Dogs wag their tails. Tails — their dogs. Averse to truth, in verse, I write. To help Art on a near incredible — planet-saving
— mission. Timing is irrelevant. Everyone knows that. I’ll war with Iran and make peace with everyone else, by my dog, wagging.”
“Have I gone, crazy? Or am I just stunningly, stupid? Killing Soleimani does nothing but feed my ego. Far from distracting, it feeds my
impeachment as it fuels my craziness, my, stupidity and my opponents’ impeachment, fervor. But I cannot … tell a lie.”
“Actually, I cannot not tell a lie. And so I lie, all the time, actually. That’s what we do down there, on Earth, all the time. I’m the greatest,
however. I’m the GOAT; the greatest, of all time. And it’s not at all easy, being, of all time, the greatest.”