My time here in Civil War Il: Revenge
of the Trump, has been trying. General
Kid Rock has failed us and now our
unit is entrenched in a Hobby Lobby
on the border of Colorado and Mexico.
Our rations of Chik-fil-a and Papa
Johns are running low. We wait with
baited breath for President Trump's
bone spurs to heal so that he may ride
in, like the magestic hero he is, and
save our wretched rabble!
Many in our unit have caught windmill
noise cancer. The horrid smell of
covfefe lingers in the air. It is truly a
Send my love to uncle daddy and my
13 siblings, and hold tight in your faith
in the MAGA and white Jesus!