Repeat After Me: Bibles and Boobies Are Not the Problem

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Her grandchildren will be so proud. Photo by GQ

Thanks to the major doofustry of centrist Democrats, I’ve recently graduated from calculated slow blinks to an involuntary eye twitch. Mostly my own fault for reading their derptastic comments but hey — who among us doesn’t feel compelled to touch an object with a “wet paint” sign on it?

What now, you ask?

Everyone in Centrist City is blowing a gasket over the Orange Anal Wart simultaneously signing bibles and boobies. “OHMAHGERD! Can you BELIEVE what’s he’s doing? ARGGGHHHH”

Yes. Yes, I can believe what he’s doing as it’s completely in character. Quite frankly I find it a bit bizarre that people reach for the smelling salts when Trump does something idiotic. I reach for them when he doesn’t.

Trump in his latest incarnation as Mr. Bibles and Boobies is pure comedy gold. Imagine that photo displayed proudly in his presidential library, next to his coloring books and Jughead comics. What a visual! It’s tacky, hypocritical, and boorish, just like the man himself. So no surprise there.

C’mon people. This is not a national emergency, just a national sick joke. People dying simply because they can’t afford healthcare and most of the population working two or more jobs just to tread water is a national emergency. These issues affect millions of lives and deserve our full attention and concerted effort.

Trump’s idiotic fuckery is nothing but a sideshow attraction. He’s like a heinous dog fart — incredibly nasty but mercifully fleeting. And yes, my dog just farted.

I’m greatly concerned by the number of people who think this election is solely about beating Trump. It’s not. This election is literally a fight for the soul of this country and the future of the planet itself. It’s so much bigger than one self-important shitbag. Trump getting the boot would just be a natural end product of addressing the real issues plaguing us, issues that existed long before Trump, and will continue on long after if we dont get our shit together pronto.

This nation didn’t suddenly shit the bed when the Marmalade Moron belched and waddled his way into the Oval Office. The decline of this country has been a long, steady process, not a single defining event. If you can’t see the truth in this, you are either ignorant of our history or have a terminal case of Trump Derangement Syndrome and should be euthanized.

(Here’s a handy guide to this condition for your perusal: https://medium.com/@kathycopelandpadden/are-you-or-a-loved-one-suffering-from-trump-derangement-syndrome-2d70e1591579?source=friends_link&sk=531de69836e32c7610d9b6168d019212)

2020 is not about coming together to beat Trump. It’s about coming together to save our country — and the planet — from annihilation. Because if you want to hate on the guy, hate him for proposing TRILLIONS of dollars in tax cuts to every single social safety net.

Then DO something about it.

Trump in his latest incarnation as Mr. Bibles and Boobies is pure comedy gold. Imagine that photo displayed proudly in his presidential library, next to his coloring books and Jughead comics. What a visual! It’s tacky, hypocritical, and boorish, just like the man himself. So no surprise there.

C’mon people. This is not a national emergency, just a national sick joke. People dying simply because they can’t afford healthcare and most of the population working two or more jobs just to tread water is a national emergency. Trump’s proposed budget cuts are a national emergency. These issues affect millions of lives and deserve our full attention.

Trump’s mouth-breathing fuckery is nothing but a sideshow attraction. He’s like a heinous dog fart — incredibly nasty but mercifully fleeting. And yes, my dog just farted.

I’m much concerned about the number of people who think this election is solely about beating Trump. It’s not. This election is literally a fight for the soul of this country and the future of the planet itself. It’s so much bigger than one self-important shitbag. Trump getting the boot would just be a natural end product of addressing the real issues plaguing us, issues that existed long before Trump and will continue on long after if we dont get our shit together pronto.

This nation didn’t suddenly shit the bed when the Marmalade Moron belched and waddled his way into the Oval Office. The decline of this country has been a long, steady process, not a single defining event. If you can’t see the truth in this, you are either ignorant of our history or have a terminal case of Trump Derangement Syndrome and should be euthanized.

Here’s a handy-dandy guide to this condition for your perusal: https://medium.com/@kathycopelandpadden/are-you-or-a-loved-one-suffering-from-trump-derangement-syndrome-2d70e1591579?source=friends_link&sk=531de69836e32c7610d9b6168d019212

2020 is not about coming together to beat Trump. It’s about coming together to save our country — and the planet — from annihilation. Because if you want to hate on the guy, hate on him for proposing TRILLIONS of dollars in tax cuts to every single social safety net. I’ve heard nary a peep about this from “The Resistance.”

DO something about it.

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