its easy to lose sight of things when the president of the United States of America is a dementia addled, convicted rapist, and launches pointless wars at the behest of his puppet masters in a perverse plot of ever escalating global emergencies to keep what the entire world knows but just can’t seem to say loud fucking enough for Congress to act upon is…

fuck. hold on. there was a silver lining coming. i know how these work. big build up, point out the bad shit, then smack them right in their heart pussies with the feel good we got this.

he was fucking children. gas costs how much because our president fucked children?

silver lining. silver. lining.

we got this. been building up to this. game face. president is a convicted rapist. check. listed more times in the Epstein Files than Jesus in the Bible. that’s a big honking check, dude-o-rama. bring it back to something that will make them smile. feel hope again.

this should be easy. right? just say it. he has to die eventually. it’ll be better then, right?

i mean. sure. after the vermin strip whatever flesh remains from the corpse while it is still percolating the last shit he was staring at a pillar blankly as the nation filmed for five full minutes before it dawned on anyone he had been dead, have finally cannibalized themselves into a footnote on what accelerated the fall of the last true super power, whatever isn’t irradiated or parched to feed the unquenchable thirst of the AI gods they gleefully handed our 401ks over to, yeah. we got this.

fuck. he raped children and we paid for it. that’s the real art of the fucking deal.