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Folks. Folks, I have to tell you. It is almost zero hour. Nine a.m. The best hour, there is no better hour. Barack Obama wants zero hour to be so much later. Hillary Clinton, there will never be a zero hour, because Hillary Clinton founded Greenwich Mean Time.
Last night, preflight, Melania — and no one does this better than Melania — Melania packed my bags, as I said, preflight. I am going to be so, so high by then. No one will be bigger or higher than me at zero hour.
I miss the earth — which by the way is going to hell, so fast, but I am going to take this failing planet and turn it around; the only way we won't turn it around is if there is cheating, is if this planet is rigged — and I miss my wife, Melania, who packed my bags. Preflight! Preflight, people. You know, earth may be going to hell, but there are thousands of people right here today. A lot of people are saying it's lonely out in space. People are saying it's lonely and it's timeless, because Hillary Clinton wants to destroy zero hour. Sad.
Hillary Clinton wants you to raise your kids on Mars. Does that sound like any place to raise your kids? You tell me. Me, personally, a lot of people, a lot of people are saying Mars is cold as hell. Now how is global warming supposed to be a thing if Mars is so cold? The whole idea is preposterous; even if Crooked Hillary tried to raise your kids there — your kids, which by the way, what business does the government have raising your kids? — even if she tried, she couldn't, because there's no one there. Not one person. There is no one on Mars to raise your kids, but that's where Crooked Hillary is telling you to raise them.
Yesterday, the failing New York Times ran a hit piece saying that it wouldn't be long before touchdown brings me round again to find — and this is a pathetic accusation, just pathetic, from the worst kind of people — that I'm not the man I think I am at home. These ridiculous allegations by sleaze reporters. No, folks, I tell you, it is going to be a long, long, LONG, very long time, the biggest time, until I come around on a huge touchdown, the biggest. Extra point kicks, everything.
Oh no. No, no. Not a chance. I'm a rocket candidate, burning up a fuse, which will be made right here, in the USA. It's lonely up here, folks. Lonely. But you know, I don't mind.