Just that man’s raw sexual energy causes me to actively nut my pants 24/7. The way his hair always compliments his smile… a smile that says “you don’t have to be rich to fuel my massive ego, make me president.” It courses through his veins and into mine when I see him: it lies dormant, waiting to be unleashed when he is elected president. At that moment, Donald Trump will be reduced to a smoldering pile of Cheeto dust and spray on tan, Jeff Bezos will be hit by a cyber truck, and every working class citizen will immediately get everything they’ve ever wanted without working for it: God, just the thought of him getting his masculine hands on the frail economy’s shoulders only to fuck it in the ass with his shitty Medicare plan just make my testicles shoot out my urethra. I can’t wait until he’s elected: until then, I bust nuts all the way.