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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cheerleader-In-Chief

 

The coronavirus crisis, of science denier Donald J. Trump’s own making, has denied Americans their lives and livelihoods on a massive scale. One would expect the bad karma associated with his mucking up Pandemic Management 101 to be sufficient to deny him reelection. But will it?

Not if his ego and power tripping have any say in this matter. It’s fairly safe to say there’s nothing he would not do to snag a second, totally undeserved term. But, how far would he go?

Suppose he knew of an insufficiently tested, potentially dangerous vaccine, which he deemed “perfect” for huckstering just in the nick of time… i.e., one mere week prior to Election Day.

It’s easy to envision dense Donny donning his brilliant red, red state compatible, Santa Claus costume, hitching up Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (a.k.a. Rudy Giuliani) to his loaded with syringes sleigh and flying off all across America. Together, in all sorts of weather, they’d swoop down and land in municipalities great and small. That’s where “St. Nick” would play doctor and shoot up everybody. But, would he flat-out lie to his “patients”? Not disclose the iffiness of this serum?

Factoring in how fact checkers have caught him telling whoppers, tens of thousands of times, since his being sworn in, what would telling one more lie even mean to a pathological liar?

He doesn’t give a flying F about about public safety, either. After all, he’s the very snake oil salesman who’s been known to push the anti-malarial (contraindicated for COVID-19) drug Hydroxychloroquine… to instruct his “patients” to fry their guts with UV radiation and shoot up / mainline household (FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY) disinfectants.

Safe to say, he’d think nothing of morphing people into lab rats / risking more lives.

Of course, seeing how Christmas in July is only a crass, avarice driven, Madison Avenue concept, let’s strip this blog of its Santa Suit.

What we actually have, here, is Donny, the self-proclaimed Cheerleader-In-Chief. All he need do is cheer the people up long enough to vote for him come Election Day. And, were any of his always barren of science, horrific advice to cause his victims to drop dead the very next day… eh… so what? Easy come / easy go… well… at least from that sociopath’s perspective.

Oh, the unmitigated gall of his feeling entitled to a second term… in spite of his own negligence which, so far, has resulted in the needless deaths of 137,000 Americans. Hmm, doth grave digger Donny feel a compulsion to “up” his numbers to 1 Million? 2 Million? 200 Million? More?

Were he to politically bury his Democratic rival, too, it’d be easy to envision DJT reveling in his ill-gotten victory, giddily giggling his fat Fascist fanny off while uttering, “Anyone stupid enough to believe anything I say, deserves to die! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Be his shoddy wares pharmaceutical or rhetorical, street smart people will just say “NO!” to whatever BS dope dealer Donny is pushing. And savvy voters will never allow Donald J. Trump the last laugh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, get a room!

 

One would expect that, to avoid contracting the über-communicable disease, COVID-19, we’d discover germ-o-phobe Donald J. Trump, practically OD’ing on the contraindicated Hydroxychloroquine, encapsulated by the somewhat more useful Hazmat Suit and hunkered down in his bunker.

However, seeing how he’s also an addleheaded, adulation junkie, who’s been feeling entrapped by the coronavirus necessitated quarantine “wall” and, as such, has been suffering from agonizing withdrawl symptoms, it’s easy to see how he’d prioritize scoring his next fix of totally undeserved praise… and in the process… even sacrifice his own personal safety and everybody else’s well-being, too!

Which doth fully explain Donny’s scheduled, upcoming campaign rally, which will be descending upon the coronavirus stricken / sickened community of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

What will make Trump’s politically obscene scene particularly risky, will be how, for him and all the attendees, it’ll be akin to a clothing optional (mask-wise), frowned upon social distancing, indoor orgy.

19K to 28K of Trump’s feverishly frenzied, freaky fanatics are expected to show up. Little doubt most of them will wind up sweatily crammed together… spitting out three word, monosyllabic, moronic catchphrases such as “BUILD THE WALL!” and “SEND HER BACK!” And all throughout, they’ll be interfacing with one another… so much so… they’ll also be shedding and spreading a host of microbes… not necessarily limited to coronavirus.

Hell, were these reckless revelers any more up close and personal, they’d need to get a room.

 

Stay Safe! Stay Home! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just Following Orders? (1 Quick Limerick #101)

 

An anti-American, treasonous cur,
Conspires to conquer protestors, astir,
If Trump’s intrigues, illegit,
Green lit a homeland nuke hit?
Would top brass respond with their “No” or “Yes sir!”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Image Makeover (1 Quick Limerick #100)

 

Corona’s COVID-19 needs name, new,
To give full credit, where credit is due,
He, who downplayed, this bug’s killing,
Must be awarded top billing,
Doctors should dub it The Trumpian Flu.

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Un-Disciplined King (1 Quick Limerick #099)

 

King Perv, who’s pimped out in avarice; vice,
Needs folks he harms to butt kiss; treat him nice;
to prattle, fawn, praise and thank him?
HELL NO! His Mistress should spank him!
But, would he not deem discipline: Paradise?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Top Billing? (1 Quick Limerick #098)

 

The narcissist nincompoop tries to upstage,
Coronavirus, that’s on wild rampage,
Helps not the sick and the dying,
Expects their thanks; For Not Trying,
When he don’t get that, he seethes his outrage!

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unveiled Villain (1 Quick Limerick #097)

 

In the limelight, the Crowned Head doth bask,
Snarls at Newshawks, who take him to task,
He’ll pooh-pooh face protection,
To curb COVID infection,
Might he need muzzle, far more than a mask?

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s Fill in the Blank (1 Quick Limerick #096)

 

All prezzy sez and duz, he’s sure to muck up,
Instead of telling him so, minions suck up,
To be proFane, more Frank,
Let’s all Fill in the blank,
That numb dumb cluck is one hell of a _uck up!

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!