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Well, don't say that I didn't tell you so, Mr. President-whatever-Donald-frickin'-Trump. I said you would get booed out of the building in Game 3 of the NBA Finals. You got your ass booed out in Game 3 of the NBA Finals. Oh, but there weren't people that cheered for me. No, they didn't. That's not a cheer. That was booze. Massive, massive booze. If you think you got cheered, you're delusional or you're a dementia patient. You need to leave the office that you're currently in right now because those are booze. And not only that, but you cost the Knicks Game 3. I'm going to go ahead and say it. If you're not at that game, Knicks win Game 3. I said it. You are too much of a distraction. You got in the heads of everybody, and it threw everything off, and you cost the Knicks Game 3. Stay the hell home tonight. Don't go to Game 4. Watch on your frickin' TV. And you can do your little Twitter thing or whatever, truth social or whatever. Oh, I know. Elon said, no, it's not Twitter anymore, it's Knicks. It's Twitter. What are you going to do, Elon? What are you going to do, Elon? I'm calling it Twitter. I'm going to call it Twitter until one of us is dead, okay? And I don't intend to live for a lot longer, okay? So, because Elon's probably going to get in his spaceship one of these days, and it's going to go bloop, bloop, boom, and that's the end of him. Not that he'll be missed by anybody. I'm sure some of his fanboys will miss him, but you know, there's a very few and far between. And of course, when Donald Trump finally shuffles off his motorcoil, whatever the hell that is, yeah, I intend to be very happy about that, because, yeah, it's so ridiculous that this arrogant, petty, impotent, scared little man somehow weaseled his way to be president. And you know damn well he's not really running things, because he's got people running it for him. All he does is sit and watch news all day and do Twitter and all that. He doesn't make the decisions, the decisions are made for him. You really think he's in charge? Boy, I got a bridge in, I should say, no, Oceanfront Property in Nebraska for you. You remember the George Strait song, Oceanfront Property in Arizona? Well, if California falls into the ocean like they predict, Arizona's going to have Oceanfront Property. So, George Strait, you might want to get your, be more accurate, Oceanfront Property in Nebraska. There's your song. It may not sound as great as Arizona, but, you know, anyhow, yeah, I have never been in New York City, never even close to New York. The closest I've ever gotten was Washington, D.C. Even I know New Yorkers hate Donald Trump. The vast majority of them hate him. Wall Street brokers hate him. Brooklyn, all four, all five boroughs hate him. Maybe they don't hate him so much in Staten Island, because that does tend to be more Republican than anything else, but even there, I don't think he's probably too fond of them. But let's face it, Donald Trump, you knew damn well you were going to get booed out, and yet plays well. Oh, look at these liberal lib-tards in New York City booing me. There are a lot of rich people in those games, a lot of rich people, a lot of Wall Street people who you pissed off with your little tariffs. So yeah, enjoy your remaining time in office whenever the hell it finally ends, because it'll end a lot sooner than you think, and I'm going to explain that later on.