Republican presidential nominee and a shit-filled garbage bag with a bewigged, rotting rump roast on top, Donald Trump, loves to promise that violence and horror is coming unless he is elected. Forget that actual horror and violence happened while he was president. Oh, no. We’re supposed to look back at the riots and disease four years ago and nod, like delusional fucks, that, yes, we are better off now than we were then.
In every “speech” (if by “speech,” you mean, “a maniacal march through a miasma of mendacity and madness that would make Lovecraft scream for it to stop”), Trump paints a Brueghelesque picture of streets overrun with immigrant demons who drag precious white maidens into a gaping Hellmouth, where pig-faced criminals run through innocent chain stores and ransack them, dragging their booty to their homes made of fetus bones, where cities crumble as a demonic leader cackles while cutting off the genitals of children and forcing them to use unholy pronouns. If you think I’m making this up or exaggerating for grotesque effect, check out what Trump really said this past weekend. From migrants being “not human” to a “bloodbath” for the economy if he’s not restored to the White House, Trump gleefully baits and bashes with abandon. If Joe Biden is re-elected, Trump ominously intones, the world as we know it will cease to be and we will become slaves.
