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My mission would involve un-inventing one of the most existential threats to Stateside and Worldwide democracy and decency since Hitler’s reign of terror; namely, by getting right down the root of the problem; namely, ensuring Donald J. Trump had never been born. My plan’s very best “selling feature”, here, is how my work towards that glorious outcome would all unfold imperceptibility, peaceably and (virtually) painlessly (btw, read to blog’s end for clarification re that parenthetical “virtually”).
Key to my success begins with working backwards from MAGAMAN’s Friday, 14 June 1946 birthday. Cracking open our human biology textbooks at the chapter devoted to female physiology and hauling out our calendars and calculators, we’d next need to ascertain when his FAR-Far-far from immaculate conception had gone down.
Considering the average pregnancy lasts 280 days, that’d mean Donny-To-Be’s devil daddy, Fred, had deployed his demon seed warriors sometime during late summer; his most likely scrambling mommy Mary’s laid egg on Friday, September 7th, 1945.
OK, so much for that dirty deed’s WHEN, but, what about the WHERE?
Perusing world historical accounts, as well as frisky Fred’s bio likely situates that conjugally canoodling couple Stateside; to be more precise, within their New York / Queens / Jamaica Estates stomping grounds. I mean, in view of those troubled times, it’d be way more likely that they were homebodies rather than globetrotters; seeing how…
- World War II had officially ended only a scant five days earlier
- war-torn populaces were in no mood to be welcoming tourists
At this point, all that’d be missing would be somehow, someway stumbling onto a fully functional time machine, oh, say, to make it conceivable to thwart fertility’s (late August thru early September 1945) window of opportunity.
More to my point, to utterly ruin Fred and Mary Trump’s amorous mood; oh, say, by my popping outta thin air to present mister real estate mogul the (fake) opportunity of the millennium; to waylay ol’ Fredo within his way past closing time office; to get him so distracted by his own greed that sex would absolutely be the very last thing on his mind.
In other words, no sex / no Donald.
That joyous storybook conclusion totally confirmed by Aunt Flo making her regular monthly rounds; inclusive of paying Mary a visit; all the while keeping everything virtually painless… uh, sorry to say… save for some short-lived, mild cramping.
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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!
HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:
Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!
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