#DinnerWithTrump

#DinnerWithTrump is less a dinner and more a televised roast with extra cholesterol. The steak’s well-done (of course), the Diet Coke flows like wine, and the main course is a nonstop monologue about crowd sizes, witch hunts, and “the best” everything. Don’t mention climate change unless you want a lecture on hairspray regulations. Laugh at the wrong time? You’re fake news. Applaud too hard? Cabinet position incoming. It’s like dining with a political tornado in a red tie. You won't need dessert—the spectacle is sugary enough. Bring antacids and a fact-checker. And maybe a lawyer.