Loyalty, limited ambition, and looks are the criteria Donald weighs while winnowing down his list of Vice Presidential choices. Still in abject anger over his previous Vice President (Mike Pence) not following his order to kill democracy, Donald has been red tie deep in criminal cases involving everything from his wayward cock to orchestrating a coup. The old bitch is a walking cluster fuck…a cluster fuck receiving protection and props from Supreme Court justices, the J6 men’s prison choir and Jesus Christ.
Donald has ensured that his VP choices know, he is the VIP…the only one that matters. With every person in his orbit pounding Kool-Aid shots like Jonestown is their spirit animal, loyalty tests have been exhausted, as there is nothing people won’t do for Donald. This time around when Donald loses, there will be no need for a guillotine because this time his Vice President will have hyper Heaven’s Gate cult loyalty. The constitutional kinks in his crew that stopped Donald from destroying democracy before, have been ironed out.
Onward…
To the looks criteria, the part of the competition Donald admires the most. This time around, Donald is bringing back the bikini barometer from his pageant days, Donald has decided to employ a swimsuit competition for his VP crew. The rules: look good or you’re out.