Isn’t it nice to have a father named Joe? When we have a father named Joe, who just happens to be the Occupier of the Oval Office, we can do just about anything we want. When we don’t want to pay income tax, no problem. We just don’t report them. Sometimes, we have to admit it, but we never need to spend a day in jail.

Any time we want, we can lie on federal documents. No problemo. We just admit to it. Someone slaps our hand and says don’t do that no more and, behold; the problemo disappears into the outer limits.

And by the way, we can take all the drugs, legal or not and no one will ever arrest me. No one will mention it in the media… well not much anyway. Makes no difference anyway. No one will complain about it.

The really neat thing about it, should I do something else wrong, all I have to do is to mention that I have this really bad drug problem. Now that’s what I call using my problems to solve problems.

Now for all you all; the rest of you. You’ll never have it so easy. Especially, if you have a big R after your name. Especially if your father’s name is Trump. Especially if you worked for or have a friend named Trump. For those…. You all just have to get used to putting up with (here goes, the intended pun) TRUMPED UP charges for anything and everything.