I gave him a week, but he’s still an unhinged megalomaniac. Even worse, Donald Trump is simply inescapable. I don’t watch the news; I don’t listen to the news; I don’t visit news websites. So how come I know he’s hiring and firing, he’s deporting and revoking and scaring the world?
Because he’s a disaster and disasters go viral, that’s why. Body counts, damage estimates, graphic images of devastation and shock, what’s missing are the pleas for aid and assistance. So I’m making one now — Help! I don’t want to roll back to Neolithic times.
I’ve made a good faith effort to ignore him. I tried to carry on by pretending this is a bad dream, but it’s impossible to delude myself when I’m constantly reminded he exists. That he is real — although not necessarily human, tests were inconclusive. And, yes, this is a nightmare.
Well, enough. Time for an ultimatum. Trump’s got 24-hours to grow up and act like a decent, rational person or I’ll have no choice but to stick my head in the oven and bake at 350º for one hour. It’s electric, but the thought still counts.
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