Former President, Current Q-Anon Warlock, Donald J. Trump, Vaporizes New York Times Reporter with Beam of Pure White Power

Mr. Trump began explaining his glorious success after a brief Raycon plug, beginning his story with the words:

"...I came in with my beautiful Yeezy Boost 350s— yes, the awesome zebra ones— and the instant I set foot on the court, I could smell the pure terror in little Greta BUTTBERG— I say this because, and let me be clear, because that little vile bitch smells just like a disgusting, poopy butt, but I digress. As I was saying, the little recycling girl was terrified..."

The former president continued to criticize the young climate activist constructively for several minutes until he was rudely interrupted by one of the reporters from the crowd, who looked identical to a Soyjack except real and more nasty in nature, stood up and shrieked a horrid sort of incantation. The "man's" identity remained unknown until the following afternoon when the family of Brooks Barnes, a now former reporter for the New York Times. (Pictured below, sourced from the late Mr. Barnes' own website: www.brooksbarneschildpornemporium.org)

After the horrid spell that Bumbum Barnes had cast, the rotting fleshhusk lurched forward toward our innocent former president while letting out a raspy verbal attack. "Why, Mr. President, are you so orange? Why, Mr. President, are you hands so tiny?! Why, Mr. Drum, did you pardon that BLACK NIGGER Kodak Black?! I didn't even LIKE his single, Already, even a little eensy bit! Why, Mr. Donald Poop—" His final words were "Mr. Donald Poop" before the beloved leader of ours turned his head thirty four degrees to his right and opened his eyes as wide as possible, firing a violent beam of pure White Power Energy (direct from the congo) across crowd above the heads of other reporters and directly into Booboo Baby Barnaby: The Babiest of All Time's thin baby skull. We at TRUETELLERS.NET have speculated and promptly proved (through the dunson test) that Big Baby Barnes: The One True Nigger Slayer's final brain activity was the split second that he was able to perceive the images of white excellence that Mr. Trump had beamed into his feeble mind before turning him to a pure particle pile in a flash.

Attached at the every bottom of this article is the singular lone screenshot to make it out of the super fun to watch event, providing an inspiring new angle on our DEARLY BELOVED DONALD JORDANSHOES TRUMP!!!

LONG LIVE THE MAGAMERICANS!!! LOVE LIVE ICE!!! LOVE LIVE OUR AMERICAN RIGHT TO SLAM DUNK NIGGERISH REPORTERS INTO VOLCANOES!!! RIP BOZO!!
Personally, I WILL me chuffing down a can of Schlop Go Juice and crunching down four or more Cuban Cigars. (They were ACTUALLY PEED ON BY CASTRO!!!)