It’s odd that the leader of the lemmings ( they’ll let you know that they are not sheep) can make fun of people’s weight and physical disabilities, make up childish names for his rivals, bash numerous races and religions, belittle a widow’s grief or veteran’s service and loss but if someone comments on his weight (215?), his body odor, his small hands (or other body parts) he melts into a puddle.

He can dish it out, but he sure can’t take it. What a thin skinned orange snowflake.

Gordon Humphrey

Charlemont