President honcho threatens the private sector with death.
Says, I am everything, not just head of his “company.”
Says, “look out,” “I’m going to getchya.”
I think PCB and Wig-wam has him practicing his lines with a ghost six-shooter by his side.
Ol’PCB. Not as faithful as your favorite dog. Faith? he’ll swear on two alien deities and tell you he’s superior than most leaders in the world. That’s PCB for you.
He cuts you down psychologically if not some physical act that physically hurts you, . . . or even leaves you dead.
It’s mighty tall talk. But I’d swear on my bottom dollar he’s got an important leader (allegedly) surgically equipped with electronic feed in a electronic interface with that leader’s brain that includes excrutiating pain and insults that no respectable gentlemen or top gun should ever have to endure.