life in trump times

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Saturdays are busy times here in United States of stooped... Do I attend my local KKK meeting slash picnic slash poetry reading...or do I head to my nearest "defend the confederate statue" protest.  I know I am free to go to my nearest gay neighborhood to throw rocks at the queers, but that is sooo last week. Maybe I'll just head down to Lowes and get some more bricks for my own wall to keep my yard from touching my neighbors.

 Yup six months into the reign of Trump and I am realizing I have so much more to do than watch college football or sit on my beach.  I used to read but now I just feel useless and well...liberal if I try to enlarge my world with  fake news or facts.  I can now sit and dream of the oil derricks that will soon  dot the horizon, bringing cheap gas to my "really great" American car.  I delighted in the nostalgic nature of my friend in Guam reliving " duck and cover" drills while waiting for the other really great( I don't know how to say this in Korean) volley of missiles shot like quoits toward the tiny island group  I feel better and well more American that My really great president feels comfortable making war decisions from the ninth tee at his favorite golf resort.  I don't mind at all and well, I am filled with pride that we get to pay for the privilege of improving his iron play.

 That whole Russian thing is so fake news and so what if the Russians helped our glorious president sorta beat the Hillary last fall.  I'm so glad  that the ruskies are our friends now and have volunteered to help us with our elections.  Countries helping countries, that's  really great.

So happy labor day weekend everyone, make sure to hang your Chinese made American flag out and wish all you straight white neighbors a safe and really great holiday.  But remember to keep a vigilant eye out from brown skinned people out to cause havoc and ruin our barbeques.  Revel in the three great years we have left with our really great supreme leader!!!

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