If that’s not the first thing to come out of his mouth in his victory speech on November 8th, 2016, I will lose my mind.
If he says it, the crowd would go nuts. Grown men will fall to their knees and cry with joy. Women will faint and need to be taken out on stretchers. A light would appear over the pure chaos and bless every child. Paralyzed people will be jumping out of their wheelchairs. The song money by Pink Floyd will blare over loud speakers as hundreds of thousands of dollars pours from the heavens onto the audience. Every liberal head will simultaneously explode in a pink mist and purple hair and cat eye glasses will litter the floor of every Starbucks.
At least that’s how I like to imagine it.