SATIRE
America, Why I Feel Sorry for You, I Don’t Know
Don’t be afraid of me, don’t let me dominate your life!
I woke up in a hospital bed, couldn’t remember who I was for a moment. A fever is playing a sneaky trick on my mind. For the first time, when I look in the mirror, I am repulsed by who I see, Who I’ve become.
In seventy-four years of my stupid existence, I’ve done nothing right. I screwed you up, America. No, you screwed you up. You got what you asked for. You’ve done it to yourself.
Why I have this sudden compulsion to tell the truth now, I don’t know. But, listen kiddos, It is strange how the truth doesn’t come easily, like the rarest eclipse. It is now or never, so listen up before it is too late, before I change my mind.
I couldn’t spend all my life as the con-man turned showman. I had everything life could offer, but nothing made me happy. So I had to lie to become your president just to see what would happen, And, see if you’d let me.
I had to lie again and again until you accepted the reality I painted for you. Truth is, telling the truth would never have helped me. You’ve known it all along and still played the fool. Truth is, I’ve only done what I knew how to do the best, What Joe and Hillary could never have dared to do.
Four years have gone by since I got you into this mess, Since I had you drink the Kool Aid of my phenomenal lies, Since I manipulated you to elect me to be your man, Since you put me in charge to Make America Great Again. Four years gone by, feels like forty.
Was it just a dream or a joke? How could you have been so gullible and not have seen me as who I am, A little boy in a Brioni suit and red hat who never grew up, Never grew out of his infantile tantrums.
It’s not China’s fault that I sickened you to death with my viral lies! You let me let it happen. That is why I feel sorry for you, America. No, I am not sorry. I didn’t do it. You did it to yourself, loser!
You still elected me to be your man after all that I’ve done and said. And, you had no way of leaving me even when you couldn’t love me. As for your people and your future, I never cared about them, anyway, not that this was any secret.
Now it is too late for you to shut me up or make me go away. I am afraid I have to finish what I started. What we started.
But don’t be afraid of me and don’t let me dominate your life! Don’t repeat your mistake. Then all will be well.
Author’s note: I was daydreaming about Trump after he was taken to the hospital. What will wake this president and his supporters up to the huge problem that he has become?
What?
Will his Covid infection make any difference? No, nothing will change him and his mindset. But he will cease to be as problematic as the virus itself if certain Americans stop being his partners in crime and wake up and see him as who he is, once and for all.
I hope Americans will do the right thing.
Thank you for reading.
