I actually want this one to be true. If it isn’t, at least it makes for a good giggle around the ol’ water cooler or wherever the devil people without drinking problems go to enjoy conversations about their kids, cats or recent rosacea flare up. (Side Note: Those are the exact three topics of conversation that has led me to avoid the water cooler.)
The Globe, yes I know but it’s Friday, is insistent that Barak Obama has given orders for Donald Trump to be destroyed. I like to picture a team of highly trained gifted youngsters who voluntarily eat apples slices in the Happy Meals instead of fries forming a team of B-Men to take Trump down like a gimpy wildebeest.