last night.

trump had done something to my daughter (not sure what), and I just went medieval on his hamberder ass. I pummeled his face relentlessly. Once he collapsed to the ground, I grabbed a brick and just kept pounding his tangerine head with it until it basically disintegrated.

My interpretation: I hate that bastard and what he's doing to the world.

I think once the stress, anger and frustration of our current situation builds to a point, my brain allows me to live a fantasy to get some relief.

Man, it felt so good.