Is the Felt-Tip Pen Mightier Than the Fascist’s Sword?

 

Ever since man-child Donald J. Trump utterly failed to prevent a preventable pandemic and totally left it up to the governors to decide on whether to shut down America… or not…

The fake prez has been akin to the on vacation, road tripping, antsy, backseat brat, who’s been driving his parents nuts by incessantly whining, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

That’s a fair analogy, seeing how Trump has been feverishly pestering and bullying these same governors to prematurely and recklessly reopen churches, schools and businesses… especially businesses… while COVID-19’s death toll is still skyrocketing.

After all, if they don’t cave into Pollyanna Trump’s unreasonable demands, he won’t be able to perpetuate his get reelected MYTH that America is in post-pandemic mode and returning to normalcy / prosperity?

Of course, deep down, Trump actually loves how COVID-19 has been burying liberal oldsters and people of color… typically, the very voters, who’d never support him. Ergo, his loud and clear message to us has become…

Do your damned duty and DROP DEAD for Wall Street!

Obviously, Fascist Trump’s ‘tude marches in lockstep with genocidal maniacs, who our World History books have been warning us about for ages. For those of us, who’ve been paying, attention, we’re fully aware that autocrats do their damnedest to always make evil shit happen.

Translation: As an asthma compromised old man, I expect corona, Trump’s ally, to eventually snuff me out.

Until then, I find myself besieged by a whole new psychology, which overrules and dims my outlook. I treat the arrival of each joyless day as if it’s my last. Discretionary spending has flown out my slammed shut window, as I wonder which will happen first… the collapse of civil society or my body? Either eventuality, I could easily be robbed of my life.

And so… long sigh… topping off my bucket list is my goal to make it to Election Day’s morning after. I must discover if the pissed off, righteous, American electorate’s felt-tip pens have proven mightier than the Fascist’s sword.

If all goes well, my cast absentee ballot to Constitutionally oust Donald J. Trump (if counted) could be my one last chance to leave my positive mark on my hometown, homeland and home world.