Lock Him Up!

This bastard should be put away for the rest of his life.

He is a serial killer. He is an abject liar. He is a hate-spewing racist. He is a criminal. And he may very well be the devil incarnate.

“He” is Donald J. Trump, the President of the United States, and he should be put down. Or, at the very least, put away so that we never see or hear from him, again. Locked up for “crimes against humanity.”

I don’t care what anybody thinks of me for this, but every day, I pray to the Universe to just make this evil bastard disappear. I pray that there is a group of mercenaries, planning, as I write this, to take him out. That one day, we’ll turn on CNN and see his imbecilic supporters keening in the streets at the loss of their Fuhrer.

An eye for an eye. No, an eye for thousands upon thousands of eyes.

Now that would be the justice this once-great but now crumbling country deserves. That would be a reason to gather in celebratory glee. Safely, of course. That would Make America Great, Again. The deliverance of Donald J. Trump to the great beyond. Or at the very least, to Ukraine.

As the death toll in the U. S. rises to unspeakable levels, this pestilence on two legs insists that “one day, it will just disappear.”

Why can’t he disappear? Why can’t he get sick? If we needed any further proof that there is no justice in this world…there it is.

I am sick. Sick at heart, because even though I want…no need…to take a moratorium from the news, I can barely tear myself away. Because you can’t make this shit up, folks. And when Hollywood starts rolling out the plethora of pandemic films, I imagine “reel life” will pale in comparison to the real thing.

No doubt, many people are thinking the following: What does Vladimir Putin have on Trump? Something, for certain, because the Orange Turd has his head stuck so far up Putin’s ass he’s putting the lives of American soldiers and indeed the security of our entire nation, at risk.

It is widely-known, now, that Putin pledged a $100,000 bounty to the Taliban for the purpose of assassinating American troops. That’s one-hundred grand per American corpse. And Trump is making light of this, saying it’s a “hoax.”

Once again, he’s lying. And everyone knows it. His own staff knows it.

On February 27th, 2019, Trump was informed in a written briefing of Russia’s plan to pay beaucoup bucks for the death of American soldiers.

What did do? Fuck-all. That’s what he did. Instead, he spent the day tweeting and meeting with some of his asinine supporters, like “Diamond and Silk,” real names, Lynette Hardaway and Rochelle Richardson. Two African-American live stream video bloggers and “social media personalities,” who, in the video clip I watched last night, sucked up to Trump in a manner that made my gorge rise.

Can someone explain to me how two, black women could support this beast? Oh, I get how the Bubbas in the red states love this fucker, but two black women? Or any person of color, for that matter?

Here is an openly bigoted “leader” who believes that “Black Lives Matter,” is hate-filled rhetoric. How is this possible in the year 2020?

On the day he was briefed of the Russian plot against our troops, Trump also spent over forty-five minutes in the Oval Office meeting with the low-rent actors and creators of “FBI: Undercovers,” a theater “production” based on thousands of anti-Trump text messages recovered by the FBI last year from the cellphones of former Trump-Russia investigators Peter Strzok and Lisa Page.

This pissante, this BUNKER BOY loved the attention! He could barely tear himself away long enough to even pretend to give a shit about the security of this nation and our armed forces.

So, instead of acting like the Commander-In-Chief that he thinks he is, and addressing the very disturbing allegations against Putin, he spent the day getting his ass sucked.

As if our situation wasn’t sufficiently dire, now we wait for 7,500 assholes to convene at Mount Rushmore to hear their leader spew even more lies…even more vitriol for a Fourth of July “celebration.” They’ll be packed in like sardines in a King Oscar can.

Why?

“We told those folks that have concerns that they can stay home, but those who want to come and join us, we’ll be giving out free face masks if they choose to wear one. But we won’t be social distancing,” said Republican Gov. Kristi Noem.

Thank you, Governor Noem. Now go straight to hell.

We’ll have these sick twists (literally) to thank when the death toll spikes. Again.

So, dispel any notions that “we’re in this together,” in spite of what we see on the news. We’re anything but. It’s every man and woman for themselves and those of us still capable of rational thought are fighting to make it out, alive. But will we?

If nothing else, we’ll have a better shot if the Murderer-In-Chief is locked away where he can’t do us any more harm than he already has.

Thanks to a failed reality show TV star and his un-masked followers, life as we knew it, is over.

“Come one, come all, ladies and gentlemen! This way to the Egress. This way to the United States of Pandemica.”

Sherry McGuinn is a slightly-twisted, longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. Her work has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, and numerous other publications. Sherry’s manager is currently pitching her newest screenplay, a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story.

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