Thy ratings come; Thy rivals bomb, at six and again at eleven.
Give us this day our daily propagandist hothead;
And forgive us our brain-washed dumbassery as we forgive those who punch Nazis;
And lead us not into empathy,
But deliver us from common sense and a healthy dose of skepticism.
Appreciate the congrats.
Hail Melania, fair of face.
You look so bored with me.
Blessed art thou among my many women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Barron, child number 5 with wife number 3.
Holy Melania, Mother of Barron, pray we are WINNERS
Now and at the hour of our inevitable divorce and my felony sentencing.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray my base will act like sheep.
When in the morning light I tweet
Some made-up shit about Wall Street