Mentally ILL, but in a Beastie Boys way, just
sadly, softly whispering "whatcha, whatcha, whatcha want (whatcha want)" as one tear drops.

Finally, the people are standing up to this freak.

Checking back in on this administration from week to week, or at this point day to day, is like checking in on your hoarder parent. "That leaking bag of something covered in fruit flies wasn't here a week ago, and looking any closer is bound to make me vomit".

They should invent a politician who isn't a spineless sheet of skin that sucks shit (derogatory).