The Dear Leader - Il Trumpe' - is Beloved by ALL. But especially the commin folk, and their Youth. Just ask Pickle.

You talk shit like you have so e claim to be SOMEHOW looking down at me... Scoreboard bitch.

In ANY area of life. You lose. I win. Call my bluff. Can you make 170? Or do I need a real training camp?

Where and when - and in what FICTIONAL universe do you think that would happen?

Please. Schedule a time where your laughable hypothesis may be tested. I will make myself available for whatever you can put on me,

Whenever you'd like to learn the truth - I'll deliver it to you IRL, just like I've done that online (and I'll break you into your component parts IRL - as I have broken you down into harmless electrons online.)