When the Tyrannical Imbecile is deposed in January 2021, when he is frog-marched from the columnar entrance of the Whitehouse, his failure to subvert the U.S. Constitution won’t go as a sole infraction by a singular idiot.
Let’s face it, the Moron In Chief can’t even dress himself, feed himself or figure out how to to change the channel on the vast Whitehouse television network. How the hell could such a freakishly dimwitted miscreant contrive to wound the U.S. Postal Service, collude with and commandeer the Justice Department, appropriate ICE, and pollute and corrupt the State Department (among a host of other national institutions)?
He couldn’t. The man’s a total third-class fuck up. Not even a first-class fuck up.
Which means that there are dozens if not hundreds of sycophants seething like lice in the rotten woodwork of his administration. Sinister insectoids creeping around doing his bidding, hatching ingenious plans on his behalf, defecating in the cupboards and pissing in the broom closets of the Whitehouse.
Guess who’s gonna pay the price during 2021?
A-yup! We’re going to have a jubilant reckoning. A gottdamn Come-to-Jesus moment for a shit-ton of folks who will be running from the fumigators come next spring.
Who wants to bring back medieval stocks for public shaming? At least for a little while…
Did they think they were gonna get away with it? Really? Dumbasses.