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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Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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How The Hell Doth He Avoid COVID-19?

 

The unmasked fake prez continues to hit the campaign trail… to even hit the COVID-19 hot spots… yet… purportedly… he remains physically healthy.

How the Hell has he managed to avoid coronavirus exposure / infection, while oodles of his own people (campaign advance teams and Secret Service) have been testing positive?

Let’s explore some possible explanations…

• Perhaps it’s just dumb luck?

• Might it be how each and every person, who gets within a light-year of violating his protective bubble, has been getting tested… Tested… TESTED?

• Could it be that his steadfast, fast food diet has resulted in a grease and saline based metabolism, which has been proving deadly to that deadly pathogen?

• Perchance, does his snooty, snot-nosed elitist status grant him access to some sort of secret, preexisting miracle vaccine / wonder drug?

• Maybe he’s been shooting up FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY disinfectants? (BTW, NEVER EVER DO THAT!)

• Is it possible that the Hydroxychloroquine he’s addicted to, in rare instances, actually doth act as a prophylaxis?

• Might he be an Operation Warp Speed lab rat who’s been gleefully following his mad scientists’ orders to snort, inject and/or shove prototype therapeutics up his ass?

• Perhaps his tanning bed has been frying his mangy carcass with hazardous to corona, UV radiation?

• Could it be his bygone Deal with the Devil includes legalese, which affords him immunity to all pathogens?

• Perchance it’s something akin to the Oscar Wilde / Picture of Dorian Gray effect?

• Might he actually be coronavirus in larger-than-life, macroscopic form?

• Maybe coronavirus eschews cannibalism… i.e., refuses to harm it’s own kind (e.g. Fascists)?

• Perhaps pathological liar Donald J. Trump and his like-minded handlers are simply telling whoppers… in other words, in actuality, he’s asymptomatic and testing positive?

 

 

 

 

 

The Four(?) Stooges vs. The Coronavirus?

While the above clip’s total playback time is 17:09, the content needed to compliment my commentary, requires only the opening scene, which concludes at the 5:15 time index.

This past May, Donald J. Trump trotted out his Operation Warp Speed. This undertaking’s goal, if achieved, would expedite the R&D of the vaccine and/or therapeutics required to inhibit / halt the deadly rampage of coronavirus.

While I can set aside partisan politics, long enough, to wish them all well in this endeavor, it is still fair to point out that the time to have engaged Warp Speed had been way back in January of this year.

Had Trump… right from the get-go… expeditiously shut down our homeland… i.e., ordered everyone to immediately hunker down in their homes and mask up in public… he could’ve speedily contained this scourge and, in the process, bought the medical community far more time to “science the shit out of this.” *

Oh, btw, when it comes down to R&D, Warp Speed isn’t always advisable. After all, abiding by the slower paced, more orderly scientific method is how to best avoid making hasty decisions, which can lead to deadly mistakes.

To extend Trump’s Star Trekian-based metaphorical reference, a bit further, it’s also fair to point out that while using Warp Drive did get crews of the U.S.S. Enterprise and other Federation starships out of trouble, fast, that faster than the speed of light velocity, ofttimes, swiftly got them into trouble, too. Beyond that…

• How can we muster even a milligram of trust for the power-hungry, autocratic Trump, who, deep down, knows that his bid for reelection is not the shoo-in he once thought it would be and, consequently, is now heavily into his panic mode.

• What credibility does Donny even have, anymore, when he’s a.k.a. the [1] hardcore science denier, [2] pusher of dangerous drugs (e.g. Hydroxychloroquine) and [3] advocate for frying internal human flesh with UV radiation and injecting FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY, household cleaning products? BTW NEVER, EVER FOLLOW DEADLY ADVICE, SUCH AS THIS!

SIDEBAR: Doper Donny probably doesn’t give a second thought… maybe not even a first… re whatever dope he may be popping, snorting, shooting up and/or shoving up his ass. But, just because Donny duz it, duz not mean that you and I should ever follow that non-leader.

Tying this all into our video’s narrative, if Operation Warp Speed is successful, fourth stooge Donny’s eventual sales pitch is guaranteed to sound similar to snake oil salesman Moe’s spiel. Worse yet, the fake prez’s rush job mentality is bound to prove infectious to his own R&D team, perhaps even compromise their scientific method / lab work… cause it to deteriorate into something resembling that of Larry and Curly (note how their own “R&D” “efforts” devolve into a silly, willy-nilly choice of toxic chemical elements and compounds… i.e., to speed up their desperate search for a cure for Lumbago (the disorder, which their “patient”… the sheriff… suffers from).

So, where does that leave us? Well, having zero confidence in Trump, it’s not unreasonable to conclude that, were The Three Stooges still alive, today, in spite of their frantic antics, they’d still have a far better shot at rapidly stumbling onto a more efficacious coronavirus shot.

As for whatever inoculation, which Fourth Stooge Donny’s Operation Warp Speed personnel may wind up concocting? Well, on the day Team Trump rolls that out, I’ll be thinking more than twice about quickly rolling up my sleeve.

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

* words uttered by astronaut Mark Watney… actor Matt Damon… (from the Sci-Fi film, The Martian).