Somebody Break His Thumbs?

It’s not as if we were stuck with some antiquated custom compelling us to coronate the addled git-spawn of royal hillbillies, and it isn’t like Trump pretended being anything other than the smug, racist swindler he is— it’s that a vast, twitchy swath of the country staked their lives on the flatulent whims of that meat stub. Deliberately.

The nation’s now a half-conscious cartoon swarmed by his addled tweets, each shrieking with peurile petulance and the ripening potential of nuclear Armageddon.

We hitched our wagon to a deranged twittering lunatic and we are so screwed.

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