DONALD DUCK

Hi, Donald Duck. How are you today? I understand that you 

are probably the happiest duck in the world, as your money has managed what you always expected: to be the president of the United  States of America. Number one of the world, it sounds good for an animal.

Yes, you have already said it to everybody: if you have money, 

you can even touch any pussy you like. That´s the reason because your pretty wife, Melania Duck, is so nice compared with you (you are 24 years older). The reason is because you bought her, and there is one funny word that describes women that are bought. It´s a very confusing word, it sounds like beach.

By the way, your wife is an inmigrant. The same as you. 

Because the real Americans are not from Ireland, England or any other part of the world. Real Americans are the Indians, that people which were assasined by white men and  afterwards confined in Indian Reservations. So, my dear little duck, if you are building a wall in Mexican border....In which side are you going to stay? In Mexican side, or in USA side?. And what about your wife? Because she was born in Yugoslavia (oh my god: communist!). I understand that your wife should stay beyond Atlantic Ocean, that´s the correct way of confirming your theories.

I like people that has voted you. Yes, that´s money

power: you said that you could even shoot them, that they 

would vote you as well. Yes, that sounds as you were much more intelligent than your voters. Just a little bit, that is true. But as I use to say, 0,1% is more than 0.0%.

Little Duck, you are a little annoying. You have also said that 

if you are president, you will send back all Sirian Refugees back home. And you are not allowing any muslim to get into USA. That´s a good strategy, my tiny Duck, we call it in Europe “Fear Strategy”. It is quite good to be voted. But that is not what Jesus expected from you, it looks like your religion is much better than others. You are not going to Heaven, you will go to the Oven.

Many Many things, little yellow Duck. You have four years to 

get fatter, then we will turn the Oven on. We will eat you for Thanksgiving Day, but before you are eaten, we will have to clean hardly all the shit you spill everywhere, as all Ducks do.