It always gets worse. Can we agree on this axiom? When it comes to Trump, it always gets worse. We went from garden-league racism on an escalator to grabbing pussies on buses to mocking Gold Star families to idiot sons taking treasonous meetings to accusing past presidents of “wiretapping” him to blabbing secret information to the Russians (I bet you forgot about that one) to picking fights with the rest of the government. Rarely, there are moments of levity–covfefe, Mooch, that fucking handshake thing he does–but other than that, it’s been a steadily downward trend. It always gets worse.
But, of course, now he’s defended Nazis. Equivocated between armed men waving swastikas around while chanting about the Jews–and, you know, not good chants like “WE LOVE JEWS”–and those come out to oppose them. He said, of a massed column of bold racists redfaced in hatred, that some of them must have been fine people. A woman ended up dead because of one of those fine people. This must be the bottom, one would think.
But one would be wrong, as we have established that it always gets worse. And it will: the Combovergruppenführer will outdo himself; he must; he is a moth drawn to the moon. He is a perfect machine, a miracle of evolution. All he does is watch teevee, fuck up, and tweet. He will fuck up stronger, faster. He has the technology.
But how? What tops good ol’ fashioned Nazi sympathizin’?
- Forces a Secret Service agent to break a dog’s neck while he watches, laughing; then photoshops a CNN logo on the dog and tweets it out.
- Sells Minnesota to a Chinese bank.
- Demands The Art of the Deal be featured alongside the Constitution in the National Archives
- Imanatizes the Eschaton.
- Drives the presidential limo into a crowd of people.
- Mao jacket.
- Reveals himself to be Mictlāntēcutli, Aztec god of death.
- Dislocates his jaw and swallows a live rat like Diana in V.
- Exhumes Reagan for occult purposes.
- Flat-out burns the fucking White House down.
August 20, 2017 at 3:03 am
“…because he was Tarzan, Mandrake, Flash Gordon. He was Bill Shakespeare. He was Cain, Ulysses, the Flying Dutchman; he was Lot in Sodom, Deirdre of the Sorrows, Sweeney in the nightingales among trees. He was miracle ingredient Z-247. He was—’Crazy!’ Clevinger interrupted, shrieking. ‘That’s what you are! Crazy!
August 20, 2017 at 7:08 am
Imanatizes the Eschaton. Amazing.
August 20, 2017 at 8:45 am
Garcia and the Time Sheath could be involved in that last one…
August 21, 2017 at 2:10 pm
great idea! send him there, oh powerful TotD. (i don’t even need to say “with his cigarette”)
August 20, 2017 at 1:43 pm
everything went south when LaCroix appeared on the scene.
August 23, 2017 at 10:08 pm
One of 189 people who actually read the Illuminatus trilogy. Good job.