Donald Trump - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 8 December 2018

I know when I'm making a good impression and I KILLED at the Bush funeral. Giving my coat to that flunky servicemen in front of all those sorry ex-presidents was genius. Score One! I can tell that everybody wishes they were me.

Oh! What is that everyone's reciting? Some kind of Presidential Fealty? I guess the best thing I can do is just stand here accepting all the adulation like the God-like being I am.

I really didn't understand what those people were saying in the boring funeral talks.Something about weird words like honesty and integrity and all those made-up buzz words. Speak English folks!