Donald Chrump: What Isn’t Wrong With This Guy?
October 11, 2020
From the editor’s desk:
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My good friend I. Mangrey has been working tirelessly to
keep you up to date with the increasingly toxic and calamitous rantics of
Donald “One-Man-Death-Squad” Chrump and his sycophantic band of Republican’t
fascists. We had to force I to take a day off as we find ourselves on the verge
of the 2020 election. Anyone who survives this most consequential, most insane election
in American history deserves either a civilian Purple Heart or the Presidential
Medal of Freedom. We wanted to ensure that I. Mangrey would be one of these,
but he would only take time off with the promise of someone filling in to Write
the Power. I drew the short straw.
If you are reading this then you probably know that in these
days of the Chrump and the COVID-19 twin pandemics, the unending murder of
black people by police, and now with Chrump testing positive for his beloved
virus and turning his insanity up to 11, paying attention is no easy task. If
you are not reading this, which is perfectly understandable, if not wise, I
will not waste any more time trying to keep you up to date.
Despite my growing optimism and consequent
all-but-paralyzing angst at entertaining such optimism in the face of the
boundless, unrelenting, ever-more-creative-and-soul-crushing cheating under way
at the hands of Chrump and his Republican’t assassins, I still cannot turn away
from multi-car pile-up that is Donald Jujube Chrump. I heard he got the virus
he so badly tried to get, and despite our differences, I feel I must congratulate
him on his success in achieving his dream.
Chrump lies incessantly in order to protect his beloved
virus from medical experts and the American public, and to the great detriment
of more than 7,000,000 infectees and more than 210,000 dead. So Chrump and his
BFF virus deserve each other.
Personally, I remain fairly vigilant and slightly less than
manically concerned about getting the virus that Chrump built. He can have all
of it as far as I’m concerned. I wish him…whatever.
Some who know me think I watch too much news. Okay, so
everyone who knows me thinks I watch too much news. I’m sure they’re right, but
it’s too late to stop now. With any luck, we are in the last throes, if you
will, of the Chrump administration. So, for now I must ride out this Category 5
administration, like a guy without a car and no way to evacuate, cringing in
the basement with nothing but a television and a laptop, hoping to be spared
the worst as the storm pummels everything within a 3,000-mile radius with 150
mph winds of stupid.
While reading Paying Attention is generally no picnic, if
you’re not actually paying attention on a daily basis you don’t know what
you’re missing – lucky you. Paying
attention ain’t pretty. It's dirty. It's
smelly. It can make your brain bleed. If
you are consistently paying attention, all of us here at Paying
Attention feel your pain, even if from time to time we are the ones causing it.
As if the mere fact of the Chrump “presidency” was not
painful enough. As if the previously
unimaginable ignorance, antipathy and malignant narcissism of the Orange Gas
Cloud fouling the White House with a contagious virus, and contaminating the
very air we all breathe with filth, disease and toxic ignorance, we now find
ourselves on the verge of a possible second term. And on the verge of a
national nervous breakdown.
The Home Kvetch
Despite the completely foreseeable risks to our health, the
Paying Attention team will continue paying attention and apprising you of
various aspects of our daily debacles. All we can say is take what you need and
leave the rest.
Everyone here at Paying Attention wishes you intact masks,
washed hands, continued social distancing and as much mental health as you can
muster as Election Day completes its inevitable onslaught. May it come to a
swift Chrump-crushing conclusion.
Ed Venture, Barely Managing Editor
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