FlyTheNest

For Donald Trump we had Piers Morgan. Suffice it to say Piers faced tumbleweed all evening as he performed mental gymnastics (or more like intellectual slapstick) in a doomed and pitiful effort to defend the repulsive orange freak he calls a friend. Even the Trump fans in the audience (and there were a smattering of them) sat on their hands presumably cringing like the rest of us at his obsequious crawling.

Quite what he gets out of it god knows. Maybe he gets invited to special parties hosted by Donald on a remote island where they hunt gnomes and rape fairies after pulling their wings off. I'm allowed to say things like that because according to Piers it's fine to say what you like, no matter how offensive, as long as it's not breaking the law. Which is presumably why he keeps being sued so often. He really is a dick.