Donald Trump’s Monday Private Thoughts That He Doesn’t Tweet!

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By Jo-Ann “Jo D NL” Duke

The diary scribblings of T4: Temper Tantrum Toddler Trump

Dear Diary,

Hey, it’s me, Donny again. I had so much fun playing baseball with the kids that day. I always wanted to do that, and I did. I pretended to be not good at it, because you know that I am the bestest at everything.

I know I could have done lots better. It was so funny, cause even though it looked like I couldn’t catch the ball at first, but then I showed them. I liked it when the man who threw the balls to me.

He started throwing them easier, and he told me how good I was doing, he was saying I could be a pro, well, that’s what I heard, see there, I can do it just as good as him.

As if I need him to say that, cause you know I am the bestest, everyday I show all those people why I am always right, again, and that makes me feel so good. I know I am the best, and everyone loves me except for the mean people who say that I am wrong, that I do bad things.

Well, I do, but I won’t ever tell. I am going to be the boss forever, they can’t make me go away.

I can hear them coming again, they are going to be all the blah blah blah with stuff I don’t care about, I only pay attention when they talk about me, and how good I am. The rest of the time, I think about all the fun I can have. That’s what is what I want.

Well, talk to you later, you really are my best friend. I know you will always love me.

Bye for now, love you back.

Donny

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