First, let me take this opportunity to ignore the sage advice of almost every schooled debate coach, clear-minded political commentator and student/teacher of historical recurrence, all of whom know scads more than I and have cautioned against the following as ineffective and counterproductive, and say, anyway, “Fuck all of you assholes who have one shred of support for that worthless piece of shit that I call Donald Trump!”

Simply, if he acts like a morally corrupt degenerate, talks like a narcissistic despot, looks like a homunculian lab experiment gone awry…then he’s, metaphorically, a duck, (with apologies to ducks everywhere).

Second…see “first”, above.

If only, (and I’m not advocating for this…merely having a lovely daydream)…at his countdown to unleashing ICE raids on upstanding, productive, albeit undocumented humans, patriotic forces stormed the White House instead, to remove the greatest threat to our nation since its birth and then headed over to Number One Observatory Circle to round up that uber-religious pig who showed no, (Christian my ass), emotion, (maybe a trace of glee), as he stood outside an over-crowded cage of asylum-seeking human beings, then scurried over to Congress to haul Mitch, Lindsey and the rest of the enabling collaborators off to Nuremberg or someplace where they’d be held accountable…just maybe we could right this floundering ship of state.  Or…the duck thing.