What Happens Now?

I was in the midst of deleting emails and came upon an excellent way to delete them en masse. Just put the current president- he who shall not be spoken from my lips- in the subject box and hit enter. I was aghast at how many emails came up with him or one of his deeds in the feed. I subscribe to four newspapers and they drop headlines at a rapid pace. It depends on how fast the Twit in Chief tweets on any given day. There were literally hundreds of emails heading for the little dumpster icon. I wish that delete button would make him and his toxic crew of sycophants go away as easily. I had a not so sudden realization that every time someone mentions him, he gets press- it’s the nature of the job. Even when there is resistance, there is persistence of his malignant stain on our history. The economy is teetering. There are homeless tent cities popping up like the Hoovervilles of the Depression. The underlying social pandemic of racism has bubbled up from its festering state. Add that to the health pandemic of sarsCoV19 and there’s an explosive shit storm a’brew. Cities are rife with protests that have not quieted in spite of Federal Brown Shirts flooding some cities and taking people off the street. Anyone else feel like we’re in Pinochet’s Chile where people were considered “disappeared”. Are we headed to an era where families and friends sit in stadiums holding up posters with pictures of “the disappeared”? What happens now?

I can only say what I think should happen. We should relegate the apricot bucket of swine fat to the back pages of the paper. The same should be for his enablers, family, and the hallowed “base” of knuckle dragging idiots. If they read anything, it’s Breitbart on the internet news and Fox. What am I saying? They can’t read. 45 can barely put a sentence together and has to have the highlights read to him. They are all just stank rotten. I can smell them from the pages of the papers. Expensive cologne, bad breath, underlying incontinence wear, and the smell of makeup counter. Under it all, they are human-painfully human and I cannot seem to muster any sort of compassion for them. I feel like I am drinking poison and expecting them to die which is what happens every time one of the regime gets a headline. Even if it’s laughable like the walk of shame after Tulsa. He gets sympathy from the sycophants and silence from those who want to ride his greasy coattails. We should turn the channel when his face appears. Maybe the more legitimate stations will stop referring to him by name and stop putting his picture on the screen. Until November 3rd, we need to be aware that whatever crawls from any crevice of the administration is a liar and poisonous. His silicone injected mouthpiece in heels will continue to trot out explanations of his lies. Don’t watch. The legitimate press should not show up or if they do show up, don’t ask questions. Let’s see who blinks first.

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