So Long, And Thanks For All The Fascism
WAKE
UP, AMERICA!*
That
is the title of the 1971 LP by the late great Abbie Hoffman. A true American
patriot. I felt a sudden urge to reiterate this critical plea/warning/?
If
you’re like me, and hopefully you are not, but stay with me for a minute
here…even I, while admittedly too much of my time is spent Paying Attention™,
regularly blot from my overheating, throbbing and ever more damaged mind
the fact that technically there are still some two-and-one-half (GULP!) years
remaining in the Donald Jeffrey Epstein Trump so-called presidency. This fact was always
present intellectually but has lately begun insinuating itself
into my emotional infrastructure.
This
is completely untenable. Trump might actually end up being the last president
ever. America might well end up taking its own life before Trump’s time in
office runs out…assuming he will ever leave, or will only leave after crowning
Don Fucking, Jr. as his successor for life, after which Trump will have himself
stuffed, mounted and bolted down in the Oval Office. The taxidermy won’t take
much work since Trump’s head has long appeared as though a mortician prepared
him for burial, and his body is mostly made up of preservatives at this point.
Speaking
of staying in power, we recently learned that Der Furor was thrilled when a
historian** provided “proof” that Trump was “the most powerful man who’s ever
existed on the planet.” What Dying Don was even more amazed by was the rest of
the top five most powerful of all time; the list included Napoleon, Mao Zedong,
Josef Stalin and Adolf Hitler. Damaged Don must be so proud; his
mentor/ventriloquist Vladimir Putin didn’t even make the list.
Drool and the gang
If
we do not crush the Fascist/Trump/Epstein Party in November, our chances of
surviving to January 20, 2029 are no better than Jeffrey Epstein returning from
the dead to release all his files.
________________________________________________
* The album ends with
this bit of advice from Abbie: “And all you kiddies, remember to lay off the
needle drugs. The only dope worth shooting is Richard Nixon.”
**Funny story: that historian was actually a golf caddy by trade, and not in
fact any kind of historian. I’ll wait for you to stop laughing and then I’ll
wait a bit longer for you to stop crying. Or
desperately searching for your passport. Or both.
I. Mangrey reporting through the pain.
No comments:
Post a Comment