Fucking buggy

Suddenly I feel so much safer. Bugshit for Brains in Chief is on the case, making sure all those fucking maids and handymen stop sneaking across the border. Though what border is he patrolling--the moon border? What the fuck kind of vehicle is that? They can't use a fucking jeep? I swear to fucking christ, I never know what he's doing. Don't I have enough to do, with fucking Iran and Russia and North Korea, not to mention fucking fucking fucking Iraq? Now he has to whip those useless braindead conservative morons into a Mexican frenzy? All I fucking need. Why can't he just ride his stationary bike into the fucking sunset? And take that horsefaced pigcow of a wife with him.