“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me,” or something along those lines. Hard to believe, but we’ll have convicted criminal sex abuser Dumbo Donald Trump to kick around again for four more years, with many of his cohorts and deviants at his side. He appears to be selecting the least qualified, inexperienced people (even though they’re woefully unqualified, a few may be able to reheat a burrito in a microwave, excluding Robert Kennedy, Jr., since he’s already tried this with his head to kill his brain worm) to fill his cabinet and other important governmental positions. It appears Donny accidentally picked a couple who weren’t “alleged” sex offenders, a specific requirement, so he’d best be checking backgrounds (ha!) more thoroughly, if he even checks any at all.
It should be quite obvious to even the most casual observer that Trump’s real reason for seeking reelection was to avoid jail, with the ultimate power afforded him by the Supreme Court as a kicker. Now that his doofus collection is complete, once he’s in power his first and possibly only priority will be seeking revenge on his enemies; namely those who tried to educate us about his evil intent ahead of the election. A comment that’s stuck with me since the first time the orange-faced blob ran for the office was one made by Penn Gillette of Penn & Teller fame and a former Apprentice contestant. Penn said, “No matter how bad you think Trump is, he’s worse.”
I don’t know about you loyal The Voice readers out there, but doesn’t it seem that someone who wants to “make America great again” (insert a laughing smile emoji here) would select human- types with experience and a modicum of intelligence into critical governmental positions rather than a bunch of rubes whose only qualifications are that they said nice things about Donny Dum-Dum? To me, these are sure signs that he doesn’t give a rat’s patoot about what happens to any of us as long as he can avoid jail for the next four years. I don’t need any media pundits to tell me that. I can pundit that right from my own slightly abused brain. Fortunately, New York says they’ll still be waiting for him with a bright orange coveralls to wear when they lock him away after his Mussolini-inspired presidency is history, provided we haven’t been taken over by Russia and China or turned into a pile of nuclear waste because Tulsi Gabbard slipped our secret defense codes to her love-interest, Vladimir Putin. But until that time, we’ll could be saving a buck on a carton of eggs, which are especially tasty when cooked by nuclear fallout.
This Christmas we can once again look forward the White House being joylessly decorated with black trees and red hallways, beautifully done in the official Highway to Hell motif. Since half of us are still down because of the election, don’t despair. We have something to be thankful for this Thanksgiving besides Santa’s arrival in the Macy’s parade: The only way out of a Trump presidency is up. You know, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” That includes a deep fried turkey.