I am a broken man.
My little brother Timmy died before my eyes.
Timmy and I were celebrating Trump’s victory when suddenly a vicious torrent of liberal tears came out of nowhere and swept us away.
I tried to save him, but I failed. Timmy was gone.
We found his body the next day; he had a smile on his bloated face. A radiant smile! Divine!
I truly believe that Timmy is in heaven now… and he is happy.
