Summary: After another weekend of irate Tweets, exposing his paranoia-driven rage, the world has been given a window into Donald Trump's mind. He's scared, he's sweating, he's shitting bricks and he's incapable of hiding any of it. And while it's never a good thing to take pleasure in the pain of another, in Trump's case many are willing to make the exception. Besides, this is some funny shit. So, at this point the only thing I'd tell "The Donald" is, "They're Coming to Get You, Barbara."
