Mad King Donald is on the loose. The windmills are turning his mind. He's losing touch. It happens. It's understandable. Julius Caesar, Napoleon, Attila the Hun, Adolf, all held great power and it does a number on you. Decades of fatty food and sexual indulgence don't help. Like the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderful, if you offend him now it's "Off with her head." Fed Chief? He's next. Can you imagine the chaos in The White House? Don't... it's too painful. Just hope you wake up without radiation burns in the morning. A man so obsessed with himself, with arteries clogged and a mind egotistically transcendent, a curriculum vitae breathing excess and stupidity is now King of America. Moral strength, intellectual flexibility, compassion, understanding? ..... what do you think he is, some sort of historical freak? We Americans, fervent believers in democracy, supporters of the most powerful democracy the world has ever known, follow him down the merry winding yellow bricked road to the eternal bonfire worshipping at the altar, all ready to have our bank accounts rifled and heads chopped off and exported to a nice cold prison in Venezuela. Sic transit gloria Americana.