He was a Monster
"And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird."
---Revelation 18:2
Donald John Trump is finished and he is seemingly gone from the violent guise of American leadership. This obese, ancient behemoth with fat tendrils protruding along its thighs and its monstrous insecurity and neediness wreaked pain on its people. There is no winning or losing in politics, but doing, and he did. Like a stupid baby shitting all over themselves in tantrum, he harmed, ravaged, and raped both women and the American Dream.
His frustrations and demands would assume the forms of Tweets, enabling sad, violent people, who assumed moral superiority over Americans through their White Christian faith. Their faith provided a pathway for an aggressive tumor to grow and a fiery catalyst to set off their rage like a retarded stick of dynamite. The newly empowered Jesus Jihadis would band together in their expensive trucks, paramilitary gear, and proceed to rape Washington. These extremists would don their red hats and bulletproof vests, some armed with makeshift spears, clubs, and flagpoles. The circus would climb the Capitol steps through a seditious siege.
The insurrection, I hope, will be the finale, but his disappointing entitled children will carry on his legacy. They’ve witnessed the firsthand power of the presidency and there’s nothing more desirable than power in the hands of a weak man.
Donald Trump was a monster. I’ve been through Hell listening to him repeat himself trying to justify causes for his planned attacks. I had tried to ignore Donald’s ideas as our relationship was not consensual, but given his ubiquity, I feel for the women he harassed and raped. His tweets echoed his insanity and produced unintelligible ideas like Covfefe. He had one gift, a gift for hatred and division. His policies angered me and the thoughts of an unstable man standing between the average American and the 3rd World War scared the shit out of me. I’ve lived in fear most of my life as an anxious and timid writer afraid to speak, but I know I’m not the target for whatever kind of colorless Hell Donald intended to build. Over four years, I’ve constantly feared for my friends who don’t fit into a narrow, straight line. The rights they’ve fought for and legally earned could disappear and evaporated at the stroke of a pen.
Friends on the ‘other side of the aisle’ would defend his persecutions against subjects that were disloyal. No matter the effects of his actions, some average imbecile would stand up to support his Muslim travel ban or his wars against the poor. They would defend his mocking of a disabled reporter; his comments on Mexicans. Trump was right. He held persuasive power and could have shot someone on 5th Ave. His sycophantic cultists would stand in the freezing cold admiring their Dear Leader and he would abandon them. Those friends of mine, I now know, are cowards, who’ve never faced a struggle. They may be American, but in name only.
Trump has vilified Democracy, extending pardons to sick, cruel men like career-criminal Roger Stone and racist sheriff Joe Arpaio. He pardoned pathetic people in high positions like Duncan Hunter. Charles Kushner’s pardon must have been the worst. He was extended a pardon after setting up his sister’s husband with a prostitute, filming it, and sending the video to his own sister. The criminals that Trump associates with are vile crooks who stem from the same species as Richard Nixon.
He shit on the White House lawn and on the Oval Office. He yelled and threw things across the room like a filthy child crying over a stolen toy. He’d threaten military intervention at the slightest disturbance forcing small countries of our massive military power. His insecurities would lead to an overwhelming anxiety in the public. He would act like an entitled man, banging his fists on the floor when his date wouldn’t fuck him. Trump had candor, but for all the wrong reasons. He was a narcissist and as egocentric as one comes. Selfishness is sinful and we should not wish violence on others, but I’m glad I won’t be in Hell with Donald and his administration.
Trump may not be dead, but he might as well be. He owes many dues to many powerful people and the reaper will collect. Trump’s legacy will be studied by masochistic academics for many years. His accomplishments, if any, will be forgotten over time, with some stored in the annals of history. This will not be a time Americans desire to remember, but historians must ensure we don’t allow this to happen again.
None say it better than Hunter S. Thompson wrote in his obituary of Nixon. “By disgracing and degrading the Presidency of the United States, by fleeing the White House like a diseased cur, Donald Trump broke the heart of the American Dream”.
*Biblical quote found on Hunter S. Thompson’s obituary of Richard Nixon
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/1994/07/he-was-a-crook/308699/
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