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Don Jr. Says He Doesn’t Want ‘Morons’ Around Him If He Runs For Office in 2028

Can you imagine?!

Apparently, Donald Trump Junior is trying to give us all nightmares, because he’s now teasing the idea of running for president after the 2024 term is over.

At a “Trump Country” campaign event in Ankeny, Iowa — just ahead of the Iowa Caucuses — Junior was asked directly if he’d be running in 2028.

Listen, you never know. I don’t want to say no because then if you decide to do it like, oh my god, he’s a major liar. You know, people, the reality is this, like, I never needed this. Right? But I believe in it.

You know, I got it, so I’m an unlikely person to understand these things, but just sort of by dumb luck, it fell into there. So, you know, I’ve become pretty passionate about it.

He was, of course, talking about defeating “communism,” as though we’ve ever had anything even close to that in America.

“You know, once you take this stance, they’ll go after you that way,” he said. “So, I guess the answer is I will continue to fight no matter what. The question is, do you want the day job of actually doing it when I look at some of these morons in Congress?”

Of course, he didn’t commit to running, and it doesn’t sound like he much wants the job. He may feel as though he can do more as a private citizen to advance the conservative agenda.

“I almost feel like I can do more outside of that. I don’t have to play by the rules,” he said. “Again, I’m not Hunter Biden. I actually have to play by the rules.”

The idea of someone like Junior taking the reins of this country is the kind of thing that keeps me up at night. I mean, at least it’s not Eric, but still. Watching Junior do pressers high on coke at the White House would be a little more than depressing. That would be terrifying.

The funny part is, in the video below, right after he complains that people might call him a liar, he goes on to claim that he’s been a “life-long conservative.” That’s a pretty big lie in itself.

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