Donald Trump’s Thursday 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,

It’s me, Donny again. I love talking to you so much; I know that you will never tell anyone my secrets, that is a good thing. It’s just between us, right? I hope no one ever finds you, because then they would know things I only ever tell you.

Guess what, you won’t believe it, I flew on the big plane again today. You know, the one that is just for me, because I am the president. Only people I like get to fly on it. If I don’t like them, they don’t get to fly on it, hee hee.

This time we went to Florida because the police officers, sheriffs I think, wanted to tell me how much they like me. I am really likeable, so that was good. I always like when people say nice things to me, because I am so good at everything, you know that I am the bestest; and the police officers in Florida know that too.

Well, all the sheriffs showed up when the plane landed because they loved me too, they were telling me while I stood in front of the huge crowd; they were clapping and so happy to see me. All of the police officers are my new friends now, because I came to see them; they like me because I don’t say anything bad about them, even the ones who do bad things; if I did that, they wouldn’t like me anymore and I don’t want that, especially with that big vote. If I don’t say anything about the bad ones, they will help keep my job.

Yes, and all of my followers, well really my fans, I call them that. They came out to see me, and they should be so happy just to see me; well, why wouldn’t they be, they got to be near me. They really really like me, weeh. They yelled nice things to me, they clapped and they waved at me. I really like having them around, because I know they like me. It makes me feel so good, it’s the best thing ever. They treated me just the way they should, after all, I’m important, and they all know that. I am the president, the most important person in the whole world, that’s why I like this job, the rest of it, forget about it. Well, I only do what I want anyway, so I don’t care. It’s not like they can stop me.

It was so hot but because they like me so much, they just stood there. No matter what I say, they still like me so much, even when it’s not good, or it’s mean about that man trying to take my job, they agree with me. Getting to fly on the cool plane and getting my fans to tell me how good I am; it makes it worth having to go to that boring office and deal with all of those people always there. All they ever want me to do is make me listen to stuff I don’t care about, well, unless it’s about me, but they keep telling all the boring stuff. Can’t it ever be fun, for once? They are always so serious, boring, right?

Well, I stuck out for a little bit so I could come talk to you, got to go for now.

Bye, and love you.

Donny

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