EXERCISE: Imagine you are Dear Leader for a day.

So you're a borderline brain-dead zombie pretending to be President.

You follow every command given to you by your Communist handlers.

All you want to do is grope children and eat ice cream.

You can't be bothered to waste what rapidly diminishing time you have left on dead people. After all, they can't be harvested for your adrenochrome habit anyway.

So you BIDEn your time and look forward to when something interesting is happening, like a child crossing her legs like an adult. That really gets your juices flowing.

You are a piece of shit... and you should be in prison, not the White House.