I took a virtual cleansing breath last week to see if a sincere, universal hug might prompt responses different from the normal choir support and poop-slinging outrage I am accustomed to receiving. Careful analysis of the pro/con balance of 7,412 comments, at least according to Google Analytics…about the same, despite the noncombative content. I guess that underlines what I have long, long, long understood, that my motivation for continuing these rants is the fulfillment of a very personal need and that they are self-prescripted to vent the build-up of head-exploding frustration so necessary to my mental and physical health, especially after a week like this. So…
Donald Trump is officially the worst person who ever lived. I know, there are long lists of baddie bad guys and you’ll get no argument from me as to the badacity of each, but I’ve checked all the criteria, and I’m right about this. My research shows that it’s probable that an unsterile petri dish used to begin the cell divisions that ultimately birthed him, was responsible for all of his genetically malfunctioning worst-ever traits. Being the son of one of history’s most worthless fathers probably didn’t help him in any way and being mentored by Roy Cohn…well, there’s your perfect shit storm.
In serialized melodramas, comic books and the archives of Hollywood fodder, evil “geniuses” rise from various complex circumstances to wreak havoc in their attempts to dominate the world or the universe if they have an ample CGI budget. They all have expendable minions, mindlessly doing the master’s bidding for no apparent reason or reward. Mostly, in the fictional world anyway, they fail. Trump, a certifiable moron, is so fucking stupid and unread that he went right past the dominance part and dove willy-nilly straight into destruction. Had he paid attention, (to anything), he would have noticed that only aliens destroy planets, and specifically, when they don’t actually live on them. This supreme douche bag has done everything possible to pollute and poison our water and air and our spirit and is now hell-bent on assuring free rein to a deadly virus, allowing it to have its way with all of us. It occurred to me that he very likely doesn’t get that he is, if only by definition, human, (maybe he’s been taking advice from his non-pooping lover, Kim Jong-un), and is merely focused on the benefits of shorter fast-food drive-thru lines and available tee times if there were several million less people in his way. Or, more likely, he hasn’t considered anything.
Despite those who inexplicably refuse to denounce him, I am starting to feel cautiously optimistic that there is little, beyond a complete breakdown of Constitutional order, that will lead to his reelection. However, Jan 20, 2021, even scaled to lightspeed coronavirus time perception, seems like a lifetime of opportunity for him to dismantle all the goodness in the world, and I can’t shake the nagging fear that, with his remaining, lame-brain, (duck?), tiny-handed grip on the Presidency, he may cause such deep-seeded damage that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men…