So many phrases and descriptions can fit the bill when I talk about Donald Dump. In lieu of casting away one obscene word after another, I believe it's only fair to spit a few words before he steps into the White House for a second round. It's only fair, for the next four years will only bring a cacophony of ambivalent happenings one day one. A "dictator" he wishes to present himself as, though in what creative ways can we think of? A far-right play date with bottles of baby lotion? The immediate rush to kick migrants out the country by any means necessary? Waving the white flag for the sake of TikTok?
Might as well roll the dice on this one into the sewer, even I'm stumped as to what the upcoming 47th U.S. president plans on executing. The rapid-fire delivery of executive orders only provide the tipping point on what the Dump administration advocates and supports.
For the record (for all else is off), witnessing the second Dump administration assemble is like watching the beginning of a bad movie unfold. You know the plot will play out foolishly; certain faces will show up and somehow disappear; the script is basically the same except for some key changes; Jon Voight coughs his way through a midget orgy. Where else can this wicked fantasy take us?
There's no need to wonder, for the wet dreams might come up dry when Dump commands his loyalists to do his bidding tomorrow (1/19/2025).