Midnight Meme Of The Day!

 

by Noah

That's right, Donnie Psycho! And no Nobel Prize for you either! You don't even get a hamberder named after you at Burger King. Instead I suggest a nicely engraved tombstone with an epitaph of my choosing. Something like this:

He came. He saw. He failed, and failed, and failed.

Grand Wizard in Hell.

Donald Trump Buried Here. Wash hands after urinating.

Viral Trump Infects the Planet—-Who Has the Cure???

 

-by Harvey Wasserman

“When Trump entered the White House, I began to believe in Satan; when the virus got him, I began to believe in God”
- Ancient Folk Saying

Is Trump Done?

As a morbidly obese 74-year-old, he lip-smacks the core of the COVID’s favorite demographic.

His Evangelical Death Cult still loves his rapist, mobster self as a Lordly trickster, sent down to shutter the feminist uterus and shoot infidels of color.

The virus hit Britain’s Boris Johnson and Brazil’s Jair Bolsonaro. Both were weakened. Neither faced an election a month away.

Trump might live a long and thoroughly impaired life. Progressives must pray he sticks around at least until November 4.

Deep in his karmic gut he bears the burden of 207,000 humans he helped kill, the millions he got infected and the countless more he personally sickened (as at his recent rally in Cleveland and fundraiser in New Jersey and jaunt around town in his limo and Supreme Court reception, etc. etc.). He refused to wear a mask and trashed those who do.

Now even Melania suffers?

But there’s nothing more dangerous (or unpredictable) than a cornered beast, even one reeling from the virus.

No more “debates.” No mass rallies. No fawning sky pilots touting his Divinity. How will Trump’s Death Cult strike back, now that he’s ordered it to “stand by?”

He may be drinking bleach, mainlining hydroxychloroquine, running infrared lights up his veins. But he’s a god no more.

In 1919 the “Spanish Flu” that killed 675,000 Americans stroked out Trump’s fellow KKK racist, Woodrow Wilson, whose wife hid his dementia until he left the White House in a daze.

In 1974 Dick Nixon traded his escape for a pardon from VP Ford; it cost Gerry the 1976 election.

If he lives through November 3, Trump will lose a fair 2020 vote count. His debacle debate and coup talk and now his illness have freaked the uber-rich who value stability above all (see The Lincoln Project).

But that can’t stop him from flipping the table… or pushing the button. Do his doctors have the nuclear football? Will Kushner auction it off to Putin or the Saudis to pay off the Trump debt?

The planet has probably never been in greater peril.

Time is short. These monsters would rather blow up the Earth than lose an election.

If he gets his wits about him, he’ll blackmail Pence for his pardon, claim illness and leave a winne... or at least a non-loser...for which there’s no quid pro quo to the quintessential narcissist.

If it happens quick, could Pence then beat Biden?

That would depend on election protection.

The Trump cult has always pushed a dictatorial trifecta: stripping the voter rolls, trashing vote-by-mail and early voting, then flipping the vote count.

His bully fascists are already up in arms.

But a national election protection movement has risen to resist. (www.grassrootsep.org) Remembering Florida 2000, Ohio 2004 and Wisconsin-Michigan-Pennsylvania 2016—-be it Trump or Pence, by election theft or coup d’etat—-our lives depend on protecting what little is left of our tattered democracy.

Those mythical middle-aged midwestern mid-roaders won’t do it.

This election—- and the future of this country—- will turn on how many millennials come out to vote, work the polls, protect the outcome. A Democrat promise to abolish student debt and re-green the planet would help.

But the millions who marched for George Floyd MUST show up to beat an attempted coup, COVID or otherwise. 2020 must mark a major generational shift.

The Democrats must also deny Trump’s corrupt appointment to RBG’s pivotal Supreme Court seat (there are ample procedural ways to do it; we MUST guarantee they do).

They could start by impeaching Trump, or finding some other way to ascertain his true health, then forcing the Senate through the procedural Hell it so richly deserves.

While that sickening Supreme Court nomination gets run out of time.

Remember: there’s ALWAYS that screaming movie moment when the beast seems dead….then leaps for the jugular.

Until he’s gone from the White House, on a stretcher, with his respirator, pardon in hand, with RBG’s Supreme seat on hold til ’21, Trump and his satanic beasts pose the ultimate death threat to both American democracy and the human species.

This and all future elections must be protected. The race to Solartopia must be won. The Millennials must take their rightful place.

Momala Nature may offering us one final smile, a karmic opening we dare not refuse.

Can we grab and hold it?

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Harvey Wasserman co-convenes the Monday Grassroots Emergency Election Protection zoom(www.grassrootsep.org) dissecting vote theft. His People’s Spiral of US History awaits Trump’s departure at www.solartopia.org. California Solartopia airs at KPFK/Pacifica-Los Angeles; Green Power & Wellness podcasts at prn.fm. A version of this piece was originally published at www.rsn.org.

Midnight Meme Of The Day!

 

by Noah

Sunday Thoughts:

So, have you been sending your thoughts and prayers to the White House? I have, especially the thoughts part. If only they hadn't tested, then they wouldn't have it. But, they did. It is what it is. It's a sad thing to die from a hoax, but look at it this way: If you die from a hoax, have you really died?

I don't want Trump to die just yet. If it was only up to me, I would have him live a long miserable swill-encrusted life in a gulag of my design. I'd send him Obama postcards every day. I'd also send him giant pictures of AOC and have her speeches piped into his dungeon 24 hours a day. Ilhan Omar and the rest of the squad, too! And, how about having Obama record in a whispering tone and have that piped in as well. Just his voice, recognizable but softly whispering "Barack Hussein Obama" and "Fuck you, Donald." Over and Over again. And Hillary Clinton's laughter. Nothing else, just that cackling laughter of hers. His head would have to be shaved, of course.

But, alas! This is all out of my control. One day, like a miracle Trump will disappear, but let him receive the karmic payback of pain to match all of the pain he has caused. That will take a long, long time. Just let him receive it all in jail. My jail. Meanwhile, he's in Walter Reed getting an experimental antibody drug. How's he gonna feel if those antibodies came from the blood of a Hispanic Black woman. Don't die, Donald.

Amen.