Topics: Civics, Civil Rights, Dark Humor, Existentialism, Fascism, Human Rights
We started with Tuesday’s “debate,” where one candidate came for the debate, while the other as an orange primate slinging shit, trying to get his opponent to stutter and literally, “seeing what sticks.” Every post-debate analysis gave it to his opponent.
Now, he’s tested positive for the Coronavirus.
The sad part is, we’ve been lied to SO many times, we have a right to doubt the report.
It is a bit “convenient” after a disastrous debate, isn’t it? After 20,000+ lies, 200,000+ dead Americans, and counting, he’s caused us to question our reality.
He saw his internal polling numbers, and his howling, feces sling fest didn’t move the needle. He is a faux billionaire that played one on The Apprentice reality-TV show. He was so broke, the showrunners rented the furniture seen on the set because his office looked like the remains of “Sanford and Son.” Methinks this is the Occam’s razor reason why he’s desperately terrified for anyone to see his taxes: his net worth is in the crapper.
He knew the employment numbers were going to be disappointing. Dow futures went negative at the news of his infection. He knew it as he went to a fundraiser in New Jersey. He knew it as shook hands with supporters. He planned a rally in Wisconsin, despite the protestations from the democratic governor. IF (& that’s a BIG if) he’s got it, he did it, I think, HOPING he contracted the virus from his previous super spreader events, so he could change the subject, and NOT have to debate further. He’s going for a medical resignation, and you can’t get called a quitter if you’re “legitimately” (wink, wink) sick.
“Stand back and stand by” made the “Proud Boys” little mushrooms poke there rusty, racist zippers. He’s disavowed them like he did his father’s attendance at a Klan rally in New York City in 1927; as he did ever knowing David Duke, or what the Klan is; as he did after Charlottesville, when he called Neo Nazis “very fine people,” making them equivalent to Antifa (which means, say it WITH me now: ANTI-fascist). He’s disavowed them because that’s just another crime he could be convicted for if he foments violence at what’s looking to be a landslide defeat. He knows he’s losing, and losing means prison: the Manhattan DA, SDNY, the NYS DA Letitia James could give a shit about any pardon Mike Pence can worm out of his complicit, faux-Christian ass: no president, no matter how brief the tenure can do anything about state crimes. His best move in 2016 was to lose, and inaugurate “Trump TV,” not this American Carnage of apathetic ineptitude he’s unleashed on this nation.
Speaking of Christians, what EXACTLY are white evangelicals going to do after this? WHO in their right minds would seek out their example? They couldn’t even be street guards at an elementary after this debacle of epic hypocrisy. After decades of facade piety, they voted for the vagina grabber! Their median age is a matched set to Fox viewership: white and getting older. Religious organizations survive from the free-will charitable contributions (“tithes and offerings”) from their congregations. Congregations only grow when YOUNG people join them, get married, have babies, and stay awhile. Good luck paying your mortgages. Hit up Franklin Graham or Paula White for a loan to float you.
A seventy-four-year-old racist (allegedly) has COVID-19, with associated morbidities: he’s overweight, his diet is disastrous, and yet he’s managed to fire off tweets with supposedly mild symptoms between the land of the living and the hereafter.
A malignant narcissist hates the idea of losing, or quitting while he’s clearly behind.
This is the equivalent of a more noble and honorable man falling on his sword.
I’m voting. I’m voting as SOON as the polls open. He can promise to make Juneteenth a federal holiday. He can promise to give us our “40 acres and a mule” WITH interest. None of these flaccid, half-assed, shoot-from-the-hip promises mean anything to the functioning of this republic, that since I’m LIVING in it, I desperately WANT to function.
I need him gone. Quoting his well-worn, rehearsed phrase that made him famous: YOU’RE FIRED. Because in the words of Joy Reid: I “really WOULD like to sleep at night!”