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Shake It Till Ya...Break It?

Is it crass? Yes. Is it thoroughly revolting? No doubt! Inappropriate for a social media post? Hell yeah!

And you thought I was talking about *my cartoon*?

Of course, I was referring to the soon to be constructed White House ballroom as well as its creator and likely namesake - the one, the only, the incomparably revolting, vomit in your mouth round mound of fascist renowned - our very own, Jamaica Estates’s sewage system’ finest, biglyest lowlife:

Donald J. Trump, who will - mark my words, and I’m taking bets now - have a golden statue of himself at the center of the ballroom complete with a fountain, which will issue forth some sort of liquid treasure (Cristal? Fanta? Russian shalava [whore] pee?) from some orifice, TBD.

It’s anyone’s guess, but one thing is for sure: until we and the leaders in whom we’ve entrusted our votes make life a helluva lot more uncomfortable for this bloated bully, the outrages and subsequent dry heaves will only get worse. So grab your Prilosec and let’s get to work!