But not Donald. He then takes to Twitter, a world of fragments and shards of meaning and momentary and ephemeral existence--a place for poseurs and dilettantes to flee to.
He can tweet his ass off. It won't change the truth, that he's a petty, little person--preening and overly sensitive and vain and narcissistic. I can't believe he's going to be our president.
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