He’s researched it! RESEARCHED IT!
By the way, I’ve always kind of thought of Bill O’Reilly as a proto-Trump. A beta version, if you will.
Totally bonkers-crazy, self-absorbed, dumb, delusional, preternaturally thin-skinned, frighteningly easy to provoke, splenetic, angry, and, of course, a big, gross, power-sotted perv. So I guess a book written by Bill O’Reilly about Donald Trump just makes sense in a way. You know, in the same way it makes sense for a brain-diseased bigfoot to jerk off other crazy bigfoots.
I won’t be buying it, though. Because I’d rather staple eels to my asshole.
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