Nothing says God bless America like smacking a Donald Trump piñata until candy bleeds out of his ass.
Should I feel bad for encouraging children to beat our future piñata shaped president with a baseball bat?
When I was ten-year old I don’t really remember elections but I do remember my hippie parents not liking George Bush senior. Maybe when my boyfriends daughter is twenty she won’t remember smacking our future forty-fifth president with a baseball bat.
Or maybe we just turned her into a future liberal; oh lord let’s hope not.
