Trump, The Abhorrent!

“What an abominable and disgraceful human.” “How dare we elect such an insufferable and obtuse miscreant into the Executive seat?” “We mustn’t allow this!” “Something must be done! Anything!” “No matter the cost.” “No matter the way.” “He will certainly bring ruin to this nation.” “Impeach Him We Say!”

This is what may be heard in the dismal and foolish tete-a-tete of two indoctrinated and stolen souls. With such ease The Establishment has pulled the wool over so many eyes. But it’s not fault of any of these poor fools. All odds, after all, were stacked against them. From our propagandist and federally funded education system to our media that is clearly delusional from sitting too close for too long. “But the warmth, it’s so good!” Most never stood a chance. Anyway, the point is that nothing we know is true. Nothing we hear is real. The truth has been squandered in a century long effort to pilfer the wealth of the Free Man that once Lived in this country. So there is no wonder there are kind, beautiful, and on occasion, intelligent Americans running around aimlessly pointing figures at each other and every other which way. “It was them! Tax them into oblivioun and give it to Me!” “No it was you! You freeloader, you leach!” “It was not. It must be, yes, it was. The man with the flaming hair. It’s he who’s at fault for my mortgage, my debt!”

The Nation has been stolen from under our feet! And dare I say, most brilliantly.

But as we know from 2016 it was clear that The People see that the facade is crumbling and no longer a sight. It is weathered, unkempt, paint peeling, and dried from the unrelenting beating of the sun. It’s tinder, and we’ve elect a man with a match.

The inhabitants of this grand home are now in a panic. They see clearly now the mistakes that were made in their haste. Through the great halls they are scurrying, peering out the imposing windows that look down on the land. They see that a man is standing, hair ablaze, smirking, laughing, reaching out with a flame. “How did he get through the guards?” “Where did we go wrong?” They ponder the reasons that are so clear to the “deplorable” populace. They got too comfortable in their masquerade. They forgot to tread carefully in the presence of a giant. One that has been fattened, drugged, and amused. Dazed from it’s abuse it still knew what to do. It sent a man who has seen behind the facade to do its work. A man who knows who They are. Knows where it will hurt.

As they watch him approach they wonder how this could be. In no time at all though they dispatch their soldiers to end his firing spree. Through media they spread lies to distort our view. They think if they repeat something enough times then we’ll accept it as truth? What fools they must think us to be. They said it was foreigners who meddled in our decision. Blamed an enemy to distract us from their mission. With “dossier” in hand they cried ,”he cheat”. Nearly blowing out the match held firm in his hand. But the wind ran afoul and slammed hard on their foundation, rotten with decay and mistrust.

Without haste, exhausted from their efforts, they rushed to another defense of the kingdom they’d built. The Politicians and Executives rushed to a plan and what they came up with did so expose their sham. They knew that in his search for corruption he found a door left open and was his duty to look in. He saw old Joe and burst out with a laugh. Deciding he needs to know the source of this corruption he asked for a favor from a man who could help. A man looking to light fire to the home on the corner lot. A favor was asked that exposed the truth. But those in the house with a view think they have an opportunity at their stoop. They take this conversation that was had between men with a torch to the top of their house to see what could be done.

In an attempt to cause harm and tribulation to his will they set him up to be thrown from his seat. They smear and they cry. They kick an they scream. They hide a due process from the window of this house so that the mob on the street, filthy and tattered, can not see what the stir is. We’re left guessing and speculating what it is that he did. But in the end as it did before the truth came out and it seemed to be that the house was a mess.

The witnesses they brought forth to decry the man stepping in to set fire to their home only exposed their charade. One by one in truthful admission they spoke in the house that they really knew nothing at all. They knew nothing of the conditions that was said to be in question. The quid pro quo it turns out was a farce.

The corruption was from within and too blatant to cover. It was seen from the window for all those”deplorables” to see. As they scrambled to tarnish and batter the man he knelt down with his match and set fire to the front. The facade began burning and glory what a sight. It burned fast. It burned hot. It burned with a glow. The tinder so long ignored took with a flash. It was dry. Flame ran up to the crest of the roof. It trapped poor speaker so fast in her tracks. In her surprise she couldn’t do a thing. She froze in her wonder, stuttered as she shout. She held tight with deaths grip to those articles of wretched lies. She knew it was over and could do nothing but wait. Wait for a miracle to save her grand home. One that is surely never to come.

As they ran in confusion to escape the hot blaze he sat with a smirk. The face began to burn back. The People now saw what he already knew was there. Their land and Their wealth, Their liberty and Their freedom. It was hoarded in that house, stolen from their grasp. The People they had wondered what had happened in their stupor. How did it happen? How could this be? We trust in you our faith that right would be done.

As the people saw truth in front of their face they began to boil and show furry in their eyes. The fire began to burn hotter. Making any escape from the front impossible without burns. Its inhabitants did the only thing that was left they could do. They began to try and escape out the back. But being sly, experienced and with much wit the man with blazen hair who had lit up the house had known what they’d do in the end. The poor fools. So he sent out back the IG with a torch to burn the back door so they’d have nowhere to run. He held them hostage in the house that they’d stole. Held them accountable for the crimes they’d commit.

As one by one they gave in one another The People stood waiting with the hose to put out the blaze needed to extinguish the tyranny at hand. To rebuild we must do when this fire is out. Better for it we’ll be. Better prepared we’ll be. Never again will we take for granted the freedom that should be. This land is our land. It is free and it is ours! We will be fervent in our pursuit of Happiness, Liberty, and Life. We shall have it again. If the house burns to the ground we’ll rebuild. We will!