Of late, the political pundits have been obsessing over Donald J. Trump’s contention that, somehow, some way, he’s to be reinstated / reinstalled within the Oval Office come August 2021.
Seeing how the language of the U.S. Constitution (Article II, Section 1, Clause 6 plus the 12th, 20th and 25th Amendments), provides absolutely no mechanisms for such an eventuality, just how, pray tell, would that ever become a done deal?
Well, for starters, we’d need to totally abandon the realm of reality. And, once ensconced within FantasyLand, that’s where all it would take is one swing of “the magical golf club” for an UnConstitutional mulligan to go down. Let’s envision how that might all play out on our devices’ screens.
First, we’d become eyewitness to Donny, the duly deposed despot, lumbering up to the White House (with his entire freakshow entourage of ex-cabinet member ass kissers / wipers in tow). Upon casually ding donging the doorbell, next, we’d find the legitimate President, Joe Biden, gingerly creaking open the door; to be instantaneously confronted by loony-tunes Trump delivering his insane ultimatum. Let’s eavesdrop on the following brief, heated exchange; oh, say, something along these lines…
Freak Trump: You’ve got 10 minutes to get the F out, OR ELSE!
President Biden: F off you Fascist Freak!*
*Freak enunciated in a multi-syllabic, contemptuous manner.
Assuming that, not unlike the unwelcome, unscrupulous door-to-door salesman, Donny has managed to wedge in his hobnail boot; you know, to prevent the door from closing completely…
Would Biden next get “invited” to his own UnInauguration Day? Would U.S. Chief Justice John Roberts suddenly materialize, POOF, out of thin air to administer the UnOath of UnOffice; oh, say, all impeccably delivered in Pig Latin? Would the U.S. Marine Band play their rendition of Hail to the UnChief; i.e., read their sheet music backwards to perform this ditty from finish to start?
Even were Joe able to totally slam the door in that insurrectionist bastard’s face, would General Nuisance Trump next bark out his marching orders to enrage / engage his private army; perhaps to the point where they’d burn down the White House? I mean, Donny wouldn’t be worried in the least. No sooner would all that billowing, ground zero smoke clear than, yet, another butt ugly Trump Tower (built at taxpayer expense?), would rise, lickety-split, from those horrifying, revolting ashes.
Alas (long sigh), it’d appear that the mechanism for fraudulent Trump’s (looming?) reinstatement is to involve his subversive plot; one akin to ideological diarrhea. This could be aptly branded: Insurrection Day No. 2. And, as is true with the hue of most No. 2, Trump’s and his MAGA morons’ fecal matter could be repurposed to paint the town brown; and from there, they’d trot out their shitty plot nationwide.
To state it vulgarly is not hyperbole. I needn’t remind that, back on January 6th of this year, some of Trump’s insurrectionists did stoop so low as to intentionally track their own fecal matter throughout the U.S. Capitol.
And, upon factoring in how D.J.T. has, to the best of our knowledge, never been punished for any of his crimes, we can expect him to keep on relentlessly attacking America; as will the legions of his freakshow sycophants; of whom he can always depend on to do his dirty work.
For the sake of America’s survival, we can only hope that President Biden has formulated what, in essence, is his Kaopectate® Plan; one that’ll KO / totally wipe out Donald J. Trump’s (impending?) Insurrection Day No. 2.
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