There
is something rotten in Denmark.
Denmark
won't give me Greenland...I mean, sell me Greenland.
Prime
Minister Mette
Frederiksen is nasty.
Women
can be, as they say, nasty.
They
sometimes beat your behind with a magazine, and do other things.
If
I can't have Greenland, then I'll just have to settle with Trumpland
where there are a lot of greens, if you know what I mean.
No,
I don't mean vegetables; I'm talking about the greens on a golf
course.
I
am the chosen one.
People
have chosen me to lead them.
I
lead---they follow.
The
road to hell is paved with good intentions.
There
was no collusion.
IT'S
ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND GREENLAND
