"They Clearly Want To Use People's Skulls As Footstools! And They Are Mad To Want That!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home. He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home."

See, this is the thing about the right-wing's projection--like any drug addict, they have to keep upping the dose to get the high.  Which in the case of the average right-winger means leaving behind the real world to live in the bubble.