Eventually, calm is restored and the topic gets around to topics that magazines eat up. I never pass up a glass of Lucky Star whenever it's offered and today is no different. Donald Trump's Strip Steakhouse DJT almost got closed by the board of health and The Cuban from Florida is afraid to squelch the delusion that planet Earth is older than 6000 years. It tantalizes your inner dingleberries when the universe RSSs you that sanity is not a chosen path. Autonomy is earned and once obtained, never gets neglected like the muscle ache in your scapula area during times of coronary obsession. So there was this Spanish king who lisped and is attributed to the Castilian phoneme thereby affecting Taco Bell disorders of uncountable magnitudes, proving Madonna's version of Evita was dialectically unchallengeable. Therein lies the reason Donald Trump is karmically doomed. And every sane person need not fret about douchieness.