Sucker M.C., Orange face clown
Washington D.C., The United States Of America
Figurehead Donald J. Trump is about to conclude his first year of his term as the chief executive of this nation and he spent it talking and typing shit about everyone and anything that he’s against or displeases and exposes him.
His spontaneous verbal feces and rampant splatters that his staff has to constantly deny and reinterpret every word a that comes out of his rancid mouth that can only be compared to a bunch of handlers trying to pick up after an insomniac rabid incontinent elephant running aimlessly knocking everything down and shitting over anything from any angle in it’s path.
Trump’s unchecked ramblings and vindictive targeting has reached it’s true nadir as his administration is collapsing around him. Getting regressively worse since the last time I wrote how this president is irrelevant.
Trump’s still going after pro athletes for their solidarity kneeling during the national anthem. Trump’s still engaging in petty juvenile social media wars with high political figures and celebrities. He arranged to have the mayor of San Juan, Carmen Yulin Cruz to have her congressional hearing on the status and contracting of Puerto Rico shut down. He insulted a war veteran’s widow by forgetting his name, condescendingly telling her that he knew what he was getting into, and leaving some of his remains back in Somalia on a diplomatic mission gone awry.
Trump has decided to endorse a lecherous confirmed stalker, molester of teenage girls, one of whom he forced into sex with him when he bragged about his status as an official. Which his press secretary, who clearly doesn’t have a soul, Sarah Huckabee Sanders to deflect these disgusting charges to Trump’s and the GOP’s partisan theory that it’s better than electing a democrat. She also just recently had to deflect his moronic posting of bogus and misinformed Muslim criminal incidents by stating that the message that these attacks exist is more important than their veracity.
During all this stupid conduct unbecoming a leader or a chronic mental patient, he has betrayed his base by exposing what a pussy he is. After all that talk about China on his campaign last year, from currency manipulation to world trade, on his trip there during his Asian tour, he went to the podium to address the assembly and figuratively and humbly kiss their asses as the audience scoffed at him when he praised their trade system, pleaded with President Xi Jinping to help him with the missile crisis and continuing to garble the English language. He capped off his tour in the Phillipines with an internationally embarrassing and wretched diplomatic hummer to the murderous President Duerte, who gave the Figurehead more ideas to undermine the press when the bastard referred to them as spies.
Figurehead Trump’s biggest and most obvious betrayal to his base, if they even give a shit anymore, is his rebuilding of the swamp in D.C. with his pluto-cabinet members and the hiring of avaricious staffers without conscience dutiful to the bottom line of their corporations from the fields of finance, energy, insurance and drug companies. The swamp has now become a superfund site.
Speaking of his cruel campaigning biting him on the ass or in this case in his gullet, while on the presidential podium in the White House, he momentarily got extremely parched and had to reach for a bottle of water similar to Senator Marco Rubio’s battle with dry mouth during his State of the Union response to Obama a few years back. Except less dignified with his heavy breathing, heavy double grip and hysterical determination to look straight at the camera.
To give him some credit to derived from his mook tendencies and characteristics learned from his childhood and young adult residency in Queens and his early years as development titan in Manhattan, he has maintained his ire and verbal attacks against Kim Jong Un, his fellow trust fund baby leader. Trump’s shit-talking here has been most consistent, despite how unwise and stupid it is. For the other day, Lil Rocket Man and his dutiful military successfully tested a giant missile capable of reaching anywhere in the U.S.A.. That’s not the only worrisome thing about this, because the last test in North Korea was in an underground site tunnel that collapsed and wound up killing 200 people. Let that set in and realize that if Kim and his devoted followers, which includes millions of people, are willing to accept a mass amount of deaths to their own people just so they can be in the nuclear arms race or even decide to bomb us over the slightest provocations. And Trump has made thousands of them with his fucking blackberry.
But this ill- or actually non-advised aggression gets totally annihilated with his promise to his base and every middle class and working poor American with the next national budget bill about to gradually devastate the economy and society as a whole with the enactment of massive wide ranging tax cuts for corporations and the 1%, .1% .01%, .001% and .0001% of the richest people and the ending of tax deductions for the averaged salaried employed couples and individuals in 7 years and for the poorest individuals in 1 year. Which officially makes this the systematic destruction of the lower class and the making a new one. And makes already outstandingly wealthy people and executives even richer. Notwithstanding the obvious facts, despite Trump’s sardonic claims, of how these cuts will benefit all those, including the Figurehead, with multiple holdings and companies like LLC’s.
This crazy bill also includes the annihilation of affordable health care and permitted drilling of a wildlife forest in Alaska. Which completes a sort of sadistic hat trick of shitty legislation simultaneously showing why Trump became president and the ratification of the Expendable American Health Care Act.
All this destruction, of the middle and lower classes hopefully not from a ICBM, is going to be decided this afternoon in the Senate and it looks like it’s going to become a heinous reality. Unless something explosive turns up in Mueller’s investigation which may or may not cripple the administration as if Trump hasn’t done already.
If it does in the next few hours or even by Xmas and it leads to actual impeachment of the dotard, I hope he ends up like Navin Johnson of the Steve Martin/Carl Reiner comedy classic The Jerk. Why this analogy? There was a story a few weeks ago that Trump wanted his White House kitchen staff of elite chefs to approximate the McDonalds quarter pounder. Which immediately reminded me of the drink the demanding Navin wanted from a magazine ad.
I can see the proceedings where Donald J. Trump, if he is not perp walked from findings of money laundering funding his campaign or in his personal fortune or obstruction of justice, leaving the oval office dishevlled in a bathrobe with his boxers at his ankles, yelling how he doesn’t need anything except random things that catch his eye, walking down the halls and out the door still verbally listing stuff he’s picking up as his voice fades.
It will be as he like to call things, sad. But undoubtedly apt and justifyingly deserved.
Let’s hope he doesn’t avoid this certain hopeful fate by preemptively striking North Korea. As prophesized by Stephen King’s showboating and manipulative senate candidate Greg Stillson in the Dead Zone.
Let’s hope this doesn’t materialize. Besides, how will the 1% of the nation’s misers get to enjoy these new tax cuts.