Trump Insults.....Latvia?

I thought I was safe from Mussomini Trump by living as a beachfront trophy husband in my Jurmala, Mar-a-Baltico hideaway a half hour's drive from Riga. Why did you give the game away? Now Putin might consider reenacting Russia's I'll Be Back Terminator shtick, instead of just buying Latvian politicians, who are more of a bargain than most merchandise in an Oklahoma Walmart. But so far I haven't yet heard the beachfront Russian money laundromat slowing down from its usual spin dry setting. So I don't need to switch out of my usual what, me worry setting, which means I can ignore my New Jersey mother's warnings to keep a packed suitcase ready for sailing to Sweden. After 700 years of Baltic German barons, Bolsheviks, Nazis and Soviets, Latvians learned to keep their heads down. They know that history is fascinating, but stay out of the way to avoid getting run over. Fortunately this Trumpian tempest in a Latvian latte was terminated January 20.