I promised to make America great again.
I did not get elected by Eurosnobs who think they know best while spending American taxpayer cash to insult us.
From now on, get it through your pompous thick skulls that America exists to support its citizens. We are not your toilet. We are not your bank. We get to say what we want and to tell you to go fuck yourselves when we want. You can raise your noses in the air all you want.
The gravy train has left the station.
There is no more from America.
Somewhere after World War II you all became mooches. You are the Old World. Seventy years is time enough to have a break with your hands in our wallets. Dare reach for our wallet again and we'll amputate. Pretty soon you won't be able to grab jack.
The terms now are very simple - clean up your own countries - you let the mooslim invaders into your country and you get terrorism that happens almost as often as Hillary Clinton whines about losing to me.
Yeah, that often.
It isn't that we don't care what happens in your country, but really, we have to clean up after eight years of snowflake rule by King Pimple of a Man who led from behind his desk, his mooch, and his children. His idea of leading was to send a paper airplane into battle and then to wonder why it burned.
You are now served notice that we aren't funding anything you want. You can have the United Nations and their child molesters and rapists. Take the building. Take the organization. And fund it without us.
Meanwhile, I'm cleaning up the messes left by the previous regime's dog.
Signed,
Donald J. Trump.
President of the United State and its citizens and not any invaders or mooches from around the world.
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