Premonition? Reality?

Just prior to high noon, come January 20, 2021, we eyewitness the desperately clinging to power, Donald J. Trump, in the midst of, yet, another of his ferocious, rampaging, psychotic episodes. He’s pumped up on both Rx’d and ill-gotten, industrial strength narcotics, too. That harmful drug interaction’s side effects include split personality, superhuman strength and anal leakage.

In that incapacity, international terrorist Donald bin Laden, has crapped his pants while repurposing the resolute desk, furniture, assorted statuary, bric-a-brac, etc. to barricade all ingress to the Oval Office. He’s now taken to Twitter to Tweet out his odious terms and threat:

“If Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts does not administer the Oath of Office to ME, instead of Joe Biden; if the hugest Inauguration Day audience, ever, is not raucously chanting ‘Twenty-Four More Years’ and Sieg Heil’, I’ll launch the nukes and mushroom cloud the entire freakin’ world.”

At that horrific juncture, the Secret Service tacticians will be convening an emergency staff meeting to weigh their options. Little doubt, at the very least, there’ll be two game plans on the table.

PLAN A: Sever all of Donny’s links to the outside world, break out the battering ram, storm into the Oval Office and bark out the ultimatum:

“Listen up scum wad! EITHER we’ll drag you out kicking and screaming OR you can salvage what little is left of your self-respect and permit us to promptly frogmarch you off the premises and into the dumpster of history.”

PLAN B (Phase 1): Have Donny’s best buddy, TV’s propaganda minister Sean Hannity, talk him down. With bullhorn in hand, he’ll cajole the fake prez into granting entry to a Judge Roberts doppelgänger, who’ll inform him that a chauffeur driven, armor-plated stretch limo (well-stocked with his all-time, fave fast food), is parked out front to whisk them both off to the National Mall. En route, the fake prez will pig out on Egg McMuffins, Big Macs, Filet-O-Fish sandwiches and wash it all down with a supersized, Diet Coke (spiked with a powerful animal tranquilizer).

PLAN B (Phase 2): Once groggy Donny comes to, he’ll be locked up within a maximum security, mental institution; a perfect White House replica. It’ll then be incumbent on faux Roberts to duly warn Trump that a sudden, climate change fueled tempest has rendered the windswept, rain-soaked Inaugural site an inundated disaster area. VainMan Trump, facing down the prospect of a bad hair day, little doubt, will become amenable to taking his Oath of Office right within the Oval Office; especially when reassured that the television camera will be beaming and streaming the proceedings, worldwide, to an audience numbered in the billions.

PLAN B (Phase 3): From that day onward, Trump will be fed a steady diet of fake news, e.g., [1] all the world leaders have relinquished their power to him; have pledged their undying, unconditional subservience, [2] all 7.8 billion souls, worldwide have also pledged their everlasting devotion [3] the U.S. Constitution has been stuffed into the shredder, [4] Pope Francis has declared him God and [5] owing to a gaggle of moonlighting, Operation Warp Speed, white lab coated medicos, he has attained immortality.

ALL PLANS NIXED: In reality, Donald J. Trump will establish a new platform / network from which to launch his shadow presidency; for the express purpose of exacting revenge via his sabotage of Joe Biden’s best efforts to end the pandemic, climate change, systemic racism, misogyny, homophobia, inequality, poverty, etc.

The End

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Lame Duck Donny / Sitting Duck USA

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The defeated, obdurate Donald J. Trump, at present, is holed up and hunkered down within the bowels of the White House.

By his very nature, he’s a despondent, despotic, mercurial, malignantly narcissistic, insufferable man-child. As such, he’s totally incapable of accepting the truth that the majority of the American electorate has FINALLY held him accountable for mucking up America, these past four years. Via our legally cast ballots we have booted his considerable butt out of office.

Were he a normal, gracious, honorable man, he’d have already behaved accordingly; starting with his concession speech; inclusive of his pledge to facilitate America’s transition to the duly elected Joe Biden administration.

Seeing how words such as “normal”, “gracious” and “honorable” are totally non-applicable, come January 20, 2021, it’d not be a shocker for us to eyewitnesses Secret Service guards promptly frogmarching the whole kit and kaboodle of these anti-American, subversive, trespasser Trumps and their sycophantic underlings off the premises and onto Pennsylvania Avenue. To be sure, here’s where Donny’s recently installed, non-scalable fencing could REALLY pay-off, big time!

But, getting back to the here and now, the anecdotal reports tell of Donny’s odd (very odd) assortment of family members, congressional cronies and propaganda ministers secretly attempting an intervention; all walking on eggshells; donning their kid gloves in an attempt to coax Mister High and Mighty, the keeper of the nuclear launch codes, no less, to [1] at present, dismount his high horse and [2] shortly after Biden takes his Oath of Office, remount and ride his high horse out of DC; hopefully to never return.

Alas, what remains unclear is whether or not the above-mentioned interventionists fully understand how, with each passing moment that they fail, they are also denying Biden access to the same, top secret, Presidential Daily Briefings, which Donny gets (and lets go in one ear and out the other). They are already mucking up the seamless transition of power and that’s not only irresponsible, it’s potentially dangerous, too.

Let’s not mince words. We are actually talking about National Security issues, which trump and transcend the Inauguration Day pomp and circumstance.

It’d not be melodramatic to point out that, in keeping his successor out of the loop, loopy Donald J. Trump, the lame duck, could easily make the United States of America a sitting duck.

Either inadvertently or intentionally (likely the latter), has-been Donny has been emboldening his wretched, overly ambitious, opportunistic, autocratic pals.

As I type and as you read these words, chump Trump’s chums, petty dictators all, could be plotting to seize upon the drunk (on power) and disorderly Donny’s disarray as a means to attack / cyberattack America. And, all the while, the soon-to-be ex-prez, too, is plotting; namely, his vengeance.

By Donald J. Trump’s very nature, he would think nothing of taking down America with him.

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What Might a Sore Loser Do?

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Going on the assumption that Donald J. Trump loses his bid for reelection AND his resultant barren of evidence Tweeted / bleated tirades and temper tantrums (re voter fraud) do not gain any traction / don’t impress even his installed judicial cronies, that means that come Inauguration Day, January 20, 2021, President-Elect Joe Biden will be taking his Oath of Office at high noon.

Traditionally, on such a momentous occasion, America prominently and proudly displays our peaceable transition of power; the very event where, typically, the outgoing and incoming presidents share the world stage.

Yet, throughout 2020’s entire presidential campaign season, wherever the infantile, volatile egomaniac, Trump, has shown up, utter chaos was sure to be in attendance.

With that in mind, it’d be easy to envision that rabble rousing firebrand’s invited, ferociously pissed off, mindlessly chanting cultists also showing up, en masse; for the express purpose of sullying this solemn occasion.

And not to be upstaged, Donald J. Trump, himself, might morph the entire event into a 2024 campaign rally, inclusive of him holding up disparaging placards; hell, even breaking out a bullhorn to shout down Joe Biden’s Inaugural Address to America and the World.

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Thinking About King

 

On both of former President Barack Obama’s Inauguration Days, I felt a surge of pride… truly believed that We the People… who had finally flipped off America’s racist past… were now in the voting majority. As such, We were now destined to, forevermore, build upon the sturdy foundation of inclusiveness… best exemplified by Martin Luther King’s I’ve got a Dream Speech and Obama’s Change We Can Believe In.

Then came Inauguration Day 2017. The End.

And what will happen come Inauguration Day 2021?

Let’s consider this plausible sequence of events…

• The owned by Donald J. Trump, Senate Majority “Leader” Mitch McConnell and his right wing, underling legislators can all be counted on to never convict the impeached prez and, once bogusly exonerated and unduly emboldened. Donny will run amok and successfully run for reelection (due to his bff Vladimir Putin’s meddling and Electoral College math).

• With all 435 U.S. Representatives and 33 out of 100 U.S. Senators up for 2020 reelection, to rein in Trump, We would need to maintain a House Democratic majority AND establish a Senate super majority. But what would any of that even mean when we’ve seen how Trump already disses House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and defies all her attempts to hold him accountable? Hell, he’d just as easily flip off a Democratic Senate and do whatever he damned pleases.

• Since Trump has been swamp dredging to find nominees to load up the federal judiciary (inclusive of his two suck-up, SCOTUS cronies Neil Gorsuch and Brett Kavanaugh), who’d ever rule against Donny? Again, he’d do as he damned pleases.

• Even if Trump loses his bid for re-election, the question then becomes, will he accept defeat? Will his sycophantic, barbaric, armed to the teeth, revolting supporters accept his defeat?

• The 78 days between Election Day and Inauguration Day could provide too damned much time for his goons to go on a bulldoze-America-down-to-rubble rampage (with Donny ecstatically and emphatically egging and cheering them on. He’d likely hole up in the White House and continue to do as he damned pleases.

Against that Trumpian nightmare backdrop… perhaps even inclusive of a Revolutionary War battlefield… how could We ever expect Martin Luther King’s impassioned pleas to ever blossom into a wide awake, American Dream come true?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s the B.O. Factor NOT the P.O. Factor (99 Word Blog #079)

 

Propaganda Minister Bill O’Reilly has speculated that numerous big-name entertainers have refused to perform at America’s Inauguration Day festivities because they fear they’ll P.O. their fan base.

Oh really O’Reilly???

You’re overlooking the obvious… you’re such a brainless, rightwing tool you cannot fathom how these performers are righteously indignant.

Don’t you get it Billo?

It’s the B.O. factor NOT the P.O. factor… i.e., these artists loathe the nauseating, polarizing, political stench wafting off the incoming fascist régime.

Beyond the ethics there’re aesthetic concerns, too…

Who’d want to be performing while holding their noses and/or puking upon the world stage?