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For @Deadpool4king

More evidence that @realDonaldTrump and the GOP will be reelected handily, if not in landslide victories.

Every day, leftists do SOMETHING ELSE that guarantees Trump's reelection.

Let's look at just a few stories:

Black Lives Matter protestors subject black police officers to racist abuse on a level that's hard to believe.

Black Lives Matter (BLM) protestors walk away in contempt when black police officers try to engage them in dialog.

BLM protestors burn down black-owned businesses.

BLM protestors demand that commemoration of ABOLITIONISTS be forbidden.

BLM protestors ignore the killing fields of Chicago, where black children and families are murdered violently.

But now BLM has decided to call rationality a cult!

Let's see if people can tell the difference:

"Trust Trump."

"Trust the Trump."

One statement conjures up imagery such as THIS:

The other makes us think THIS:

By putting in "the," we acknowledge that our president is no supreme leader.

We're actually MOCKING the notion of a supreme leader.

"Trust the Trump" is FUNNY because it's a joke that only people with a sense of humor understand.

WE ALL KNOW HOW SERIOUS THIS IS.

But we must be like Spartans.

At Thermopylae, when Persian king Xerxes warned that his men could fire so many arrows that they'd blot out the sun, Spartan warrior Dienekes said this:

"Good. Then we'll fight in the shade instead of the hot sun."

And?

Trump is a Spartan.

It's Trump against the GLOBE.

And he laughs.

WE LAUGH WITH HIM.

Therefore we say, "Trust the Trump," NOT "Trust Trump."

If you can't see the difference, you have no sense of humor.

In World War One, a British trench came under a massive German artillery bombardment.

"Shell shock" comes from the horrendous PTSD that ARTILLERY caused.

Young draftees started panicking--screaming and cowering.

A middle-aged draftee took over.

He'd been a fruit peddler before he was drafted.

In those days, British fruit peddlers sang.

So this middle-aged draftee stood up and began singing at the tops of his lungs:

'Oo wants me coconuts
Me luverly luverly coconuts
They mike ya wanna jump
Into the sky-ai -ai

'Oo wants apricots
Me ooshy skooshy apricots
Ya nivver ivver seen
The bloomin' loike-oike-oike

As he sang, he danced.

All the hysterical kids started laughing.

Then they clapped in time.

He got them to sing in time, and soon the whole company was singing. The song was passed from man to man.

When the shelling stopped, the Germans could hear them roaring out the song.

The fruit peddler was decorated for valor.

Even the upper-class officers had joined in.

I can say I'm a middle-aged fruit peddler under fire.

And a laughing Spartan.

I'm not even slightly afraid.

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