Thought For The Evening

Box of Rocks Meets Basket of Deplorables

October 29, 2020

Chrump’s rally attendees don’t even listen to what he says.  It’s like they just wait until he stops talking for a moment and automatically applaud.  They applaud when he tells them how beautiful his homes and apartments are. They revel in his whining about toilets, dishwashers and how crappy water pressure is ruining his “hair.”  They scream with glee when he describes how he is going to take away their health insurance, causing a large number of them to go bankrupt.  They cheer like their team just won the Super Bowl when he proposes tax cuts that will benefit him and his needlessly wealthy donors and cronies, and not them and their loved ones, or when he threatens to close the border with Mexico, which will cause all of them great hardship. They applaud until their hands bleed after he threatens people, mangles words, lies about what a great golfer he is, or how rich he is, or talks about assaulting women or how big his dick is. They laugh and die when he tells them the COVID pandemic, which is sickening and killing more people per day than ever, is over.

Most likely, they are subconsciously relieved that he shut up for a second.  It is no surprise they are unaware of what they are doing, as total unawareness – bordering on coma or brain-death – is the order of the day in Chrumpworld. 

                        Written by David Rees about G.W. Bush, but still fresh as a daisy

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