This is my Mayo Cop

This is Michael Co.

Oh, baby, don't lie for me.

If I tell you my story, don't cry for me.

I'm time that's fun by me.

This is my mea co-bo. This is Michael Mayor Culper.

This is Michael Cohen, and you're listening to the Mayor Culper podcast.

All right, everyone, it's time to stop the insanity.

Remember that ad from late-night infomercials?

The exercised lady who shouted into the midnight hours? Well, it's how I feel every time our former president, the Orange Jesus, aka Mandarin Mussolini, aka former idiot and chief, sends out one of his lunatic missives into the ether,

adding more kerosene to an already flaming dumpster fire.

You think it has to stop.

At some point, this guy will just go away, or at least just shut the fuck up.

He's been indicted what, three times now going on four?

And on the advice of counsel, he's been told to pipe the fuck down, shut your mouth, let the lawyers handle the case.

But he's like the Terminator, a very pale, fleshy, large bone terminator in size 45 jockeys.

I mean, the man is relentless.

And now that he is fighting for his life, he will not stop.

At the moment, there is no new cycle where Trump's name is not mentioned.

The 2024 election is not a referendum about the future of our nation, but is rather a referendum on the past.

Mainly, do you want that sick, corrupt sack of shit back in the White House?

And do you believe his Trump asserts that the 2020 election was rigged?

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