I had to look up the acronym. Just another death wish from mal, "Is He Dead Yet".
Were Trump able to sub-lease that empty space between Proggies' ears in which he lives rent-free, he'd be a trillionaire.
Imagine being such a loser that you go to bed thinking about someone who doesn't know you exist, and wake up thinking about that same person.
Here is a word cloud of Christine's daily thoughts: