He has insulted every world leader with his 'Kiss My White Fucking Ass" attitude and the world leaders are fed up with the 'rich spoiled child syndrome' Orange Hair made of himself. He pouts and fidgets, his tiny hands with their very tiny fingers twitter and tweet all day. He hasn't left the Porcelain Throne Room where one poor victim after another must face the Molester Machine. Never bored with the suffering of others, he feels ten years younger than Methuselah because of it, and decides to tweet an Executive Order that the President, Orange Hair must have victims for his molesting machine available at all times.
He told Mr. Turnbull to kiss his white fucking ass, as he showed the executive tweet demanding the cheeky peck from the prime minister. Too bad for Orange Hair for Mr. Turnbull said all he had to do was pick up more victims for the Molester Machine, if Orange Hair would send a boat and clean out the islands they're on. Refugees are such a blight for the well to do. And Orange Hair has a plan for refugees--the deep six. All refugees that can't be used for torture shall henceforth be thrown out of planes into the sea.
"It's so easy," Orange Hair said to his butler, Dummkoph. "Why didn't anybody do this before?"
Orange Hair settled back into the Porcelain Throne, his fingers began to twitter and he felt an executive tweet about to come out. His sphincter pinched and popped another tweet. "The only real facts are alternative facts. Henceforth, anybody who wants to know what is happening, we will tell you what happened and why. No need to find out anymore for Orange Hair has decreed by executive tweet, these are the alternative facts that you as a true believer in all things Orange Hair shall believe. Orange Hair thought a moment and added to his tweet, So help me Orange Hair the Greatest Ever of All Humans that ever were or ever will be.
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