Once and awhile I come up with a brilliant idea. This has to be in my Top 10.
If and when Bill’s wife and the Trumpster have their debates; they should rent out the Colosseum in Rome. It will be the perfect setting for the blood-bath. It is well equipped for the event with the drainage lines that were installed by the Romans when the built the Colosseum 1946 years ago to carry away the blood.
I can just see it. The rusted steel gates swing open; the noise from the spectators in the packed arena is deafening; the rumble is thunderous coming from the pounding hoofs of her turkey named Bernie that is pulling her chariot. Bill’s wife is charging Donny on her yellow chariot with her lance at the ready and a beer mug in the other hand.
The Donald, not intimidated by the charging vamp and is standing his ground, yelling obscenities at her as she cross the arena. You don’t scare you out of control ********.
At the last split second, he side steps the charging enraged dame and her chariot, takes a good aim and thrusts his own lance through her shoulder. She drops the reigns, her chariot flips over and Trump rushes in for the kill.
She rolls over on her back still miraculously still holding her lance and her beer mug in the other hand (never spilled a drop), takes a swipe and slices open the calf of Trumps leg as he stands over her. The roaring crowd goes silent with the anticipation of the kill as Donny falls directly on top of wounded womeness. The two combatants wrestle around on the ground for what seemed to be an eternity, screaming, punching, clawing and kicking each-other. The crowd can tell if they are having sex or who is getting the upper hand.
All of a sudden, The Donald rolls off of Bill’s wife ; stand over her with his sword drawn, ready to plunge it into her cold heart and yells at the severely injured women as she lays motionless staring up at her nemesis. This is for you and that cheap old man of yours that only putting a double saw buck ($20.00) in the envelop when you came to my 3rd wedding. I NEVER forget people that piss me off. You will never be invited to another one.
As the Trumpster is ready to plug his sword; suddenly a raging storm pushes in over the Colosseum, the entire arena goes black, the noise from the thunder and lightning is skull-cracking; the crowd disperses. In a matter of minutes the Colosseum is completely empty of all spectators.
The storm only lasted for a few minutes. Trump still standing, trembling with his trusty sword at the ready to end it all, looks down, much to his surprise, the wounded vamp has disappeared.
The wounded gladiator screamed as loud as he possibly could; Son-of-a-bitch, isn’t that just like a politician; as soon a things get a little rough they are nowhere to be found!!!!
Let the games begin. I can guarantee one thing, it will definitely be a blood bath when the two combatants go head to head. Their name calling and insults is going to make a couple of the boys from the hood that are playing the dozens look like amateurs.
There better be a few corpsmen (Navy medical personal attached to the Marine Corps) at the ready to take care of the wounds.
The Marine Corps is ever indebted to their Navy Brothers that through the years have taken such excellent care if the wounded Marines!!!!!
Big Semper Fi to them all.