No!

 No! Nooooooooooooooo! No! Somebody stop him! For the love of all that is holy, end it. End the circus, whatever in the hell it is. Just stop already. I can't take this shit much longer. The lunatics have control of the asylum. The song Beds Are Burning, by Midnight Oil, comes to mind. Maybe making America great again means the destruction of our nation, our people, and letting the native people of these lands take over. At least nature and people that respect it will preside over it all. I'd still get to live here. My grandma told me I was 1/64th Cherokee. Yeah, like that one hasn't been tried before. I'd rather be Navajo anyway.