We Earned Trump

It’s sort of ridiculous the position we find ourselves in—a once great empire, rotted from its own entitlement, led by a bruised, sour, pitted piece of its own entitled fruit—I say sort of because the signposts along the way were clear—Viet Nam, race riots, invasion karma, Iraq, Afghanistan, greed is good, god profit, god gun, our children fall in a AR-15 harvest and we do NOTHING—I mean come on, do you think we deserve better than this fat toad in DC munching on our rights while his fat cat friends help themselves to our treasure? No. We deserve exactly what we got and now are going to have earn back our liberty. We are going to have pry their greedy fat fingered hands off our gold and kick them to the curb. God, we are tired of this limo-brained MAGA choke, like a giant hair ball in our throats. But come on. Cough it up, America. Don’t turn away like you turned away from the gutted ruins of Youngstown (yes, that part is real, people have been hurt by our global ambition.) We asked for this Trump idiocy. We earned it. And now we have to deal with it, like you have to deal with a tumor—aggressive, chemo, radiation, cut that sucker out.