Donald Trump says he wants America to be great again,
but what he calls for is an America that used to be:
coal mining, rust-belt America insulated from the world
by two very old oceans and a brand new wall
down the middle of the Rio Grande. Or maybe,
since Mexico is going to pay for it, on their side of the river.
"It's going to be great!"
"It's going to be fantastic!"
"It's going to be incredible!"
What exactly are you going to do, Mr. Trump?
"Never mind! Trust me! It's going to be great!
I will hire great people, and it will be great!"
We are going to be arrogant bast. . . . great,
and people will respect us, and it will be great!
Great! Trust me! I know how to do it!"
A big wall: Mexico will pay for it and turn the moon into green cheese, too.
No more trade agreements that are of any benefit to anyone else.
A really big military: the one we have is only bigger than the next eight biggest nations in the world, combined. Bigger! But we aren't going to use it unless someone looks at us sidewise, or says they do not want to pay for a wall.
Hispanics will love Mr. Trump!
Women will love Mr. Trump!
Minimum wage employees will love Mr. Trump!
Muslims will love Mr. Trump: they will read Number Two Corinthians together. (Or was that Second Moses?)
We need a hero to make us great again.
Mr. Trump is exactly what we need: a strong man! Someone who can make the trains run on time. A charming man with a will of steel, and a wall, whom women will love; especially that. It will be incredible! Want to come along?
[You will have to excuse me.
It is early, and I could not sleep.
I am going back to bed:
maybe that will calm the urge
to upchuck, which would be great, too.]
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