The grift is creating chaos, like a toddler knocking over the sand castle after adults have meticulously created it. Give me what I want or I'm going to wreck up the place. Chaos is the threat, and Trump is following through on his rage filled revenge tour, which 4 million voters withdrew their votes for a black woman instead of a white man. It's insane making to try and rhyme out the reason for such a colossal mistake. The American voters identify with the toddler more than the architects of order and justice.
The toddler anger is conservative. They hate the progressive imagination. They hate power to destroy being curbed. The toddler prevented from smashing the sand castle wriggles in anger, fights against it. There’s no adult stopping this toddler.
From the economy to history to public health to foreign relations. From science to tourism. From veterans to truth. The Kennedy Center. Maximum jerk, every nook and cranny. Due process, freedom of speech, the constitution. The richest man takes food from the mouth of the poorest and his empire crumbles, people are disgusted, stop using his businesses. His angry messages and true followers are not enough. They can’t destroy education fast enough.
No David! The pigeon can’t drive the bus. He thinks he’s Don Corleone at a wedding but he looks in the mirror and he has no clothes. It’s those two weird middle aged people holding guns awkwardly, as the mob passes them by. It’s bad plastic surgery gone wrong. It’s seeing Darth Vader’s true face.
It’s the morality police wrestling, trying to make the head covering just right, and ending with a woman naked except underwear standing in protest:
It’s Texas mortality rates moving in Afghanistan’s direction.
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