The mythical bird, Phoenix, is symbolic of Trump's rise from the ashes though not quite the ashes yet but close enough being somewhere low in the polls.
This "rising from the ashes" was very much enabled ironically by the leader of a people Trump is sententiously trodding on. That's why I have always maintained in previous posts that the Heavens is for Trump to be President.
What was President Enrique Pena Nieto thinking? I think he thought he was rubbing his hands gleefully in exploitation of two vulnerable and vicious Gringos in the heat of smashing each other to smithereens.
Penis, aptly and short for Enrique Pena Nieto (what a mouthful?) thought if he invited them over, they will grab the opportunity to savagely try to outdo each other under his Aegis to pander to the Hispanic votes back in the US.
Penis would then look fabulously Noble presiding over the Gringos' slugfest in Mexico City and boost his own polls in Mexico which is by now definitely nothing more than an ash heap.
Clinton was sharp enough not to bite the bait and Trump, in his usual attention seeking style, fearlessly obliged. Penis was caught disorientated by the one legged show up and had to submit to a butt screw from Trump, the lest diplomatic thing Penis could offer under the circumstance.
Trump returned a well rewarded Hero to Phoenix, the city, to strut his Cock of the Walk stuff to announce even more strident immigration controls emboldened by his energising butt screwing just fresh out of Mexico City.
After John Wayne and Alamo, I now have a clearer picture how the retarded Mexicans ceded California, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona (parts), etc, to the US in a Treaty of 1848.
What a Dickhead, this modern day Penis who reminded us of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, Alamo and John Wayne !
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