I have this theory about irony, tyranny and irrational national emergencies you see,Β when the foul wind blowing south out of Washington DC fails the smell test but compares well with, say, ******* cat ****, radioactive batshit contaminants but, hey, try any old way, you still canβt iron any wrinkles out of the fact that what lies in the murky bottom of the Potomac our leader drinks in also flow through the faucets to sink, then down the ******* of our so-called democracy and into the lagoon down onΒ the links of Mara-a-Lago.