Ten things I can say about Trump’s election

Ten things I can say about Trump’s election

  1. Oh fuh-huck.
  2. You get what Wall Street paid for.
  4. Fuh-huCK ME!
  5. Open season on POCs.
  6. Did you think the White Males were going to let a woman (or as the sexists said ‘a clam’) in the White House?
  7. Racism is the new black/Sexism is the new black, etc.
  8. From an African-American Prez to a KKK-sponsored Prez–OY VAY!
  9. Orange hair pieces now in vogue/HATE now in vogue, etc.
  10. America, o America: hang thy head in shame.

Now we know that the majority of (white) people are so fed up with political corruption that they will elect a moron, a racist, a sexist, a GRADE A BUFFOON!

Think about it: a reality TV star is now POTUS.

God, we are a joke. The rest of world is laughing at us (in between bouts of cold sweat from fear of what this portends for the future).

Of course, we’ve elected TV people before–eh hem–(cough-Reagan!-cough).

The joke is on the poor and middle class whites and the few ignorant, misguided  POCs (believe it or not, there were some Latinos and Blacks who voted for the “greatest president that God ever created”). Let me ask you seriously: Do you really think coal is going to replace petroleum or natural gas or even wind in some areas? Do you think manufacturing is going to return to the rust belt?

The only winners will be the rich and the corrupt. Po’ whites are gonna stay po’ and the middle class is going to continue to get pinched. POCs need to be on full alert. We have to band together now. The supposed Land of the Free is going to become unrecognizable. America may not careen into fascism, but we will absolutely slump (slouch?) further towards authoritarianism.

Trump will get us into another war and another enormous economic scandal will blast the world economy and we little people will have to foot the bill again. We the People (of Color) had best prepare for the worst. Serious now. Stockpile food. Get a Costco card; today! The 2nd Amendment is now your friend. Buy some home protection because you don’t when (not IF, WHEN) the David Dukes in their brand new Trump-certified jackboots are gonna kick in your door.

Okay, maybe the next four years won’t turn out to be the Zombie Apocalypse (but it’s not off the table).

After all, America recently tolerated eight years of bush-ffoonery between 2000-2008, so this is essentially Bush 3.0 and “read my lips” the same cabal behind Bush I and II will pull Trump’s strings just as expertly. Hopefully, the smarter people around him will rein in his despicable predilections. Force him to behave with some class and dignity.

Yeah, I know, it sounds like horseshit, until you look at the past and realize that all of our presidents were beholden to the other major players invested in this country. Obama’s admin gave us the ACA, but how many whistleblowers were prosecuted and how many deportations took place? I’m really starting to think that POTUS is a figurehead and deep systemic change is highly improbable (without serious unrest from you and me).

Hopefully, the INVISIBLE HANDS that steer the country won’t let Trump legislate discrimination or piledrive us into 3rd World poverty, but the tenor of his presidency is going to be vastly different from Bush Jr’s. At least Dubbya wasn’t an outright racist. A moron the people in power can deal with. I wonder how they will deal with this foul, loud-mouthed, bigoted clown?

I have to go back to being a wage slave, but before I go let me leave you with someone else’s words, someone far better, far wiser than I:

The Second Coming*

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Realitus TV Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with Pillsbury body and the head of a clown,
A gaze blank and insipid as bone,
Is moving its corpulent thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant democratic birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards the Belt Way to be born?
By William Butler Yeats (mostly, with a few edits from me, wink wink)

*Click here for the actual poem.

PS: I’m not a little worried. Anyone who holds progressive values needs to gird him/herself for a long four years and we need to fight back or we’ve lost. We have to educate ourselves, vote, protest, and above all think out of the box when it comes to the economy. Peace out my brothers and sisters.


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