With the Putin-assisted election of Boobus Americanus — Donald Trump — whose behavior continues to alarm, alienate, and petrify the world at large, we’re left with three slim chances to survive the grand unraveling. They are:
1. Canada invades from the north.
2. Mexico invades from the south.
3. Meryl Streep’s Oscar acceptance speech so enrages Mr. Boobus he has a massive stroke and enters a persistent vegetative state.
Selfishly, I’m rooting for Meryl Streep. I’m old, I’m tired, and I haven’t the energy to master a new language. Besides, I like smart, funny, reasonable people. But if she doesn’t win — gasp! — I’ll do better with Spanish than French. Thanks to two undistinguished years of high school Spanish, I‘m already armed with words like cabeza, loco, hombre, and ay carumba.
I know, this is dumb, but words are the only weapon I have. I’d really rather punch the effer until he cries. I’m at the end of my patience with this crap. Someone somewhere needs to rise up and call for his impeachment. Or challenge him to a duel, charge him with impersonating a person. Something, anything. Having one power-hungry party in total control is a perilous state of affairs.
They just stand back and allow the Trump administration to strong-arm every facet of the government, marginalizing experts and professionals like the State Department, the FBI, CIA, to promote their clear agenda of intolerance. Traditional media get labeled an enemy of the American people and barred from press conferences, while Fox News, a Trump favorite, showcases officials like a Swedish ‘national security advisor’ no one in Sweden ever heard of.
To quote the Beach Boys and Sloop John B: ‘This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.’
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