Duz Donny Yearn for a 3rd Hand?

Donald J. Trump excessively obsesses over his numbers.

He slows down testing for COVID-19, to lower the discovery of cases, even tho, whether found or not, Corona-V is still deadly… has already claimed nearly 200.000 stateside souls… and still counting! He’s likely falsifying that stat, too. Would it shock anyone were we to discover the number of fatalities is twice or thrice that amount?

He crows about a slightly down, unemployment rate of 8.4%. Granted even a modest improvement is heartening. However, that stat is bound to, once again, head south into double digits territory, STAT! That’s because cram-packed K-12 hallways / classrooms and college kids’ pandemic parties infect student bodies and Donny’s own maskless, no social distancing campaign rallies sicken his devotees. Any of these superspreader scenarios can and will result in sickened, stricken down people showing up at hospital ICUs instead of their workplaces.

He’s privately tearing his hair out re his tanked out job approval ratings, which figuratively swim alongside him in the deep end of his fetid cesspool / swamp. Ditto his fretting over the pollsters’ numbers, which predict his Election Day defeat.

One would think that Donny would view all the above as his wake up call, right? WRONG!

Instead, he views TV… to excess.

Right on TV, he has actually, astoundingly, fessed up to vegging out in front of his flat-screen for endless hours, each day. That’s because he’s a praise junkie desperately ISO his fix… his absolutely undeserved accolades… all courtesy of his psycho sycophants. Yep, these talking head, headcases are all too willing to stroke his massive ego… you know… just to make their false god feel oh soooooo good.

Why can’t he take a more active roll… i.e., actually hunker down to do, bare minimum, one honest day’s work to substantively improve his numbers and OUR LIVES… oh… say… lift one tiny finger to halt Corona-V dead in its tracks before we, who’ve yet to contract Donny’s Disease, get sick and drop dead?

Alas… long sigh… that’s not gonna happen seeing how vidiot / couch potato Donald J. Trump exists only to sit on his fat Fascist fanny… with his remote in one hand and Tweeting iPhone in the other. Seeing how televised praise is the fake prez’s porn, it’s a sure bet that he wishes he had a third hand.