The devil appeared to Donald Trump.

“After Martin Luther Day I’ll have your soul. Meanwhile it’s my pleasure to grant you three wishes.”

“Mega!” says Trump. “One. Let me piss off every non-male on the planet.”

“Done.”

“Two. Let me expose for a fool or a knave every President of this once great nation since George Washington.”

“Done.”

“Three. Make me President so I’ll escape jail for my crimes and unleash a swarm of executive orders on any damn thing that tickles my fancy.”

Sooo…

Waiting for Trump to vanish in a puff of smelly smoke? Don’t hold your breath – the devil’s in no rush to have him in hell.