Dear Diary, it's me Donald

Most of the people I’m appointing… I don’t care about them. I don’t care about what they think or what they want to do. What I do care about is that it pisses off my enemies. And I have many of them, these people, wow, real pieces of… well. If you’re my enemy and you’re getting frightened over some name then I’m all for it.

Take the energy guy Chris Right-O Wright. The guy looks like a ghost. A wimpy ghost. Not my first choice. But Chuck and Nancy and Hillary and Newscum hate him so I love him. I want to lather him in bronzer so then he won’t look so sickly. He looks like he lives in a cave.

And the guy is bit of a bozo too. Between you and me Diary I know global warming is real. I know it’s the oil companies. When New York was a beautiful city it used to snow and cover the city in it’s white embrace. Now? It doesn’t snow. Hasn’t snowed in like forever.

But what the hell do I care about global warming? Not my problem. Maybe Barron won’t be able to take a shower when he’s older. I barely know him. I hear he hangs on to his momma all the time. I wish she would get some global warming if you know what I mean.

Ivanka is warm. So warm.

ps Matt Gaetz. Met him once. Didn’t know him.