The Creeps & the Willies

President Herbert the Pervert 

Today is the inauguration of President Grampa. I will not be attending, virtually or otherwise. I just can't. I hate the guy. He reminds me of that old geezer on Family Guy who likes little boys. He's pasty-faced and always yelling and pointing a finger at someone. He gives me the creeps. I shall never watch him, on TV or elsewhere.

His VP gives me the willies. She cackles wildly like a witch. And those stupid sneakers she wears, what a joke. And on the cover of Vogue! That must be to get the young vote since you can tell that everything she does is calculated. I won't mention her name, standard procedure on TV with criminals convicted of dastardly things. She already has done and surely will do more dastardly things. 

People may ask, "Andrea, what's the difference between the creeps and the willies?" I anticipated that and here it is: If someone gives you the creeps, they make you feel very nervous and frightened, whereas the willies indicates strong apprehension and discomfort. Who needs more of that? (I already feel that way just from ordinary living.)

Meanwhile, Donald Trump always makes me laugh and/or shrug my shoulders. I do not find him scary in the least. I never saw him harass a woman or engage in a racist activity. I was not bothered by his hair or his skin tone. I never saw him "tear babies from the arms of their mothers." And while I disagreed with his constant tweeting, I did agree with two of his beliefs for which he received a lot of criticism: 1, Rosie O'Donnell was, at one time, a fat pig and 2, I also prefer people in the army who don't get captured.