Our Very Own Fuhrer

Something to think about during halftime.

Woo hoo! It’s Super Bowl Sunday! I just got back from the grocery store and it was packed. Packed with people stocking up on all manner of unhealthy snacks to assuage their inner children while watching thirty minutes of actual game time and three hours of some really freakin’ expensive commercials.

Yep. Wings. (Antibiotic-enhanced, but that’s another story.) Dips. Chips. Rivers of beer. All flying off the shelves as if they had lives of their own. Funny thing though. Instead of “happy” and “excited,” most of my fellow shoppers looked harried and miserable.

Why do you think that is? Could it have anything to do with the fact that we’re struggling? Struggling to pay our mortgages and rents, our utilities, the drugs we need to live and fight another day?

But therein lies the rub: No one is fighting.

Look. I get it. We all need an escape. A distraction from the dismal every day. An escape from our shitty jobs and our shitty bosses and all the bad news that permeates our world. Personally, I’d rather pop a couple of gummies than watch a football game, but that’s just me. I’m boring that way.

As the middle-class sinks into obscurity and the poor get even poorer, the crime family running this country is thriving. And laughing up their designer sleeves at us, especially since the walking abomination known as POTUS, has been exonerated by his fellow partners-in-crime.

What do you think about this? If at all? Naturally, I was being facetious when I suggested that the content of this article would provide its own halftime entertainment but it’s time to get serious, people.

What year is this? And how can it be that the Republicans in the Senate are turning a blind eye to Trump’s crimes? So numerous now, that to mention them is overkill.

As someone who disparages and demeans anyone who isn’t white and wealthy, Trump is our very own Hitler. And the rest of his despicable party his very own Proud Boys.

This is not news but let it serve as a reminder: According to first wife Ivana’s divorce filings, the piece of shit in the White House annotated and studied a book of Hitler’s pre-World War II speeches. He kept the book in a locked, bedside cabinet.

A narcissistic buffoon and admirer of a psychopath who orchestrated the murder of 6 million Jews is our President and we prefer to look the other way than admit that some of us — -I’m talking to those of you who voted for him — made a huge fucking mistake. But you’ll never admit that, will you?

You’re just like him.

Former Special Counsel Robert Mueller, the defeat rising off him like stink, declares that Trump could be indicted after leaving office.

When pigs fly.

Trump knows that will never happen. He’s powerful and he’s dangerous. And men with those “attributes” have a talent for avoiding their just desserts.

But of course, we let them.

We’re big on apathy in this country. And it extends beyond the heinous deeds of our politicos. The climate is in collapse. Cancer is an industry. And we’re so fucking selfish that we’d rather animals are tortured than give up our New York Strips.

Yes, as my friend and co-editor Stephen Sovie wrote, we are a stupid, lazy and cowardly bunch. For shame. What happened to us? When did we decide that taking it up the ass was acceptable? Probably around the time when McDonald’s introduced their dollar menu. Here’s to cardiac arrest for the masses!

If there’s a God, no wonder he or she is MIA.

Here’s what our Criminal-In-Chief had to say about the impeachment proceedings:

“The Democrats had nothing,” Trump told reporters outside the White House as he was leaving on a trip to West Virginia. “And now they have less than nothing. And I think they’re going to lose the 2020 election very big, including congressional seats, because of the path that they choose.”

If that happens, don’t look to God to help us. Hell, no. But those of us who still think rationally still have a voice. Together, we can do something about this, but it’s going to take a concentrated effort. Something we’re not so adept at these days.

We have to help ourselves.

Readers, please add your voice to ours. If you’re outraged, express it here. Because I’m scared. And when I’m scared, I get mean. Just ask my husband.

And in the off chance that anyone here reading this supports Trump and doesn’t like what I’ve said, tough shit.

What are you going to do? Shoot me?

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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