Sean Penn wrote a novel. Or at least that’s what he calls it. Based on the excerpts, it’s more an uncontrolled excretion of bile and craziness. Apparently he wanted to add the title of author to his other two titles: legend-in-his-own-mind actor and communist dick.
Toward the end of the novel his character writes a letter to the Trump-like president and here is an excerpt, placed here as a red-beacon warning flasher to prevent IHTM visitors from ever wasting a dime on this embarrassing load of hooey:
“‘Your gasconade and cache of catchphrases, so limiting and reflexive, escalate the emasculation of you by a world whose patience is in nuclear peril. These sciences and sensibilities are our guns your narcissism neglects.”