They guard me from everyone. Everyone except from my own mutilated charred bleating trashed catatonic disgusted chained up and daily tortured crippled shrunken fish dumpster dwelling inner child. Secret Service FAIL. If i appeal to you, its because the victim in you worships me because I am the ultimate victim and my earthly existence is one long tantrum! Because I have to wake up and be my waste of carbon self every day. Signed, d. +rump.
