President 45 Is A Joke

The man living in the White House at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, in Washington, the District of Columbia, is the world's biggest joke.  He acts like a petulant two-year-old child.  Nothing is ever his fault - he always blames someone else for anything other than an excellent outcome. He expects praise for doing the logical, socially correct thing.  He demands praise and exultation when he claims the fruits of someone else's work and planning.  He blatantly lies and makes conflicting statements and expects the entire population of our country to believe his lies.  He libels other people.  He pouts and rants and raves if his feelings are "hurt" because someone else tells the truth and produces evidence.  The child-man is dangerous to our country, or freedom, and our way of life.  He needs to be impeached and imprisoned - and sent to work in a chain gang for either a railroad bed, or a new road bed.  He should not be allowed to stay in a highly comfortable prison with scheduled meals, scheduled outings, television, telephones, computers, etc. He should have no rights, except to be fed and clothed.  He needs to be forced to do manual labor, and be allowed to read books and write letters only.  The man is a monster.  He is not my President.  -  In my opinion.