This Effing Guy!
Can we please quarantine Donald Trump?
Have you heard? POTUS is infected.
Yes. He is infected with mendacity. He is infected with vitriol. He is infected with ignorance. And he has spread that infection throughout the land, indeed, the world.
Trump is a walking catastrophe. A time bomb. A human pandemic.
Wouldn’t that suggest that he needs to be put away somewhere? That he needs to be “distanced” from those of us who don’t want to get sick? Although truth be told, every time he speaks I feel my gorge rise.
As sick as he is, Donald Trump should be quarantined. Who’s with me on this?
I’m not supposed to be spouting hate, but “hate” is what I feel for Donald J. Trump. Hate, with an intensity that scares me.
A couple of hours ago, I watched in disgust as our human Jack-O-Lantern frequently kissed his own ass on national television.
This disgrace to humanity gave himself a rating of 10 for his handling of the Coronavirus. He has done nothing but spout lies in order to cover his own ass and those of his compatriots.
And we allow it.
How did we get here? How did we come to this point where our very lives and livelihoods are in jeopardy? I don’t know about you, but the thought of looking at my 40lk makes me queasy. Is it draining by the day? By the hour? Will there be anything left when we need it?
All the years working and saving. For what?
As I watched the latest bumbling, fumbling, self-aggrandizing address from the Apprentice to the Presidency of the United States, I wanted to drink. A lot. I would love to see the statistics on the spike in alcohol addiction since we were “made aware” of the virus.
Hey, if you can’t buy toilet paper, you can still find a bottle or two of booze.
Thankfully, the only alcohol my husband and I have in the house is wine. Anything stronger and I’d be in deep shit. We also have weed and gummies. There’s nothing wrong with being in a slightly altered state if that’s what gets you through.
Why is Trump still in office? What do we need to get him out, once and for all? Are we gluttons for punishment? If so, “beam me up, Scotty,” because this is too much. For everyone.
Lies on top of lies. That’s what we’ve been fed for weeks. Trump has lied about the availability of tests in the U.S. He has stated that Covid-19 is under “control.” Another lie. On a recent trip to India, this idiot shook hands with several officials and told us he kept his distance, even though photographic evidence attests otherwise!
Trump has told us that the virus will “one day disappear, like a miracle.” Does it get any stupider than that? Why can’t he just “disappear?” Now that would be a miracle.
Our national disgrace has told us that the “flu is more dangerous,” even though Dr. Anthony Fauci of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases stated that the mortality rate of the Coronavirus is “multiple times that of the seasonal flu.”
Dr. Fauci, by the way, who has been interviewed virtually everywhere, can barely hide his contempt for Trump when he discounts his lies.
Trump’s latest is something to the effect that social distancing is going to get very old, very quickly. REALLY, YOU ASSHOLE? REALLY?
And still, he’s here.
Governor Andrew Cuomo could teach the Orange Troll a few things about being “presidential.” Damn. This guy is sharp. He actually speaks to us! And maybe it’s an act (a good one) but it feels like he’s speaking from the heart.
Unlike Trump, Cuomo doesn’t need to read from a script. The man is a mensch and I wish to hell he was in the White House. Some day, maybe.
Meanwhile, we’re stuck. What can we do, while we’re going stir crazy in our homes to make good use of our time?
We can get our asses on Twitter and demand that Trump be dumped. We can do this several times a day, or even by the hour.
Trite, maybe, but it’s something. Giving voice to our disgust for POTUS on social media may not be an ideal situation, but, considering that we can’t storm the White House, or assemble in the streets, it beats a blank, no?
The guy is sick, and he needs to be “socially distanced.”
Your thoughts?
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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