I Got Stung By A Bee Today. I Persevered. The Bee Died. I Became A National Hero. #BrickByBrick

So today was an extremly chaotic day for yours truly. I’m in Miami trying to enjoy a day off relaxing by the pool when a son of a bitch bee stung me out of nowhere. It put me in a tailspin. My finger was throbbing. The pain was immense. I struggled to continue eating my chips and guac. The Sancerre didn’t taste quite as good anymore. Yet I knew I had a television appearance with Tucker Carlson tonight to discuss our victory over the NFL. I couldn’t just give in to the bee sting. I had to rise above. I had to play hurt. And that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t run to John Skipper and cry like a baby like Sam Ponder did when things didn’t go her way. I took a deep breath and I willed myself to live. And in the process I became an inspiration. My bee sting became national news. Not fake news like the fake media portrays. I’m talking real life drama. Real life struggles. When the going gets tough the tough gets going. Tightening the belt buckle and going to work. That’s what my bee stink symbolized. That bee stung me and I stung back. AMERICA. That’s who.