D-Day
Transcribing this from my pencil-and-paper journal entry for today:
"Well, today is the day. D-day, if you want to call it that. Donald Trump day. Though it might be better or more appropriate to call it Doomsday or Dumbass Day or Diarrhea-spewing-encrusted-anus Day or Dude-we-are-so-very-very-fucked-now Day.
"This is the day that Donald Trump gets officially sworn in as *ugh*shiver* President of the United States of America.
"And Ma just came in here and turned the TV on and, of course, it's showing shit about the inauguration. The first thing I saw, which was the last thing I wanted to see, was Trump's ridiculous orange face. And the words coming out of the duckbill-shaped anus on his face, him bloviating about making America wealthy, safe, proud, and GREAT again. As if we weren't all of those things already. As if America under Donald Jackass Trump won't do a 180° in the direction away from those things.
"Obama was sitting off to the side, almost directly behind Trump, and I had to wonder what he was thinking at that moment. If it had been me in Obama's place, I'd have been imagining myself dropkicking Trump in the back of the head. And I saw Dubya Bush and Bill Clinton in the crowd next to Obama, too. I don't know about Dubya, but if I were Bill, I'd have been daydreaming of doing a few dropkicks, too. That would have been something to see: Barack Obama and Bill Clinton doing a dropkick pincer attack with Trump's grotesque, fat head in between."
(EDIT) As it turns out, Dubya apparently was too busy fighting with his poncho to be dropkicking anybody. (/EDIT)
"Well, today is the day. D-day, if you want to call it that. Donald Trump day. Though it might be better or more appropriate to call it Doomsday or Dumbass Day or Diarrhea-spewing-encrusted-anus Day or Dude-we-are-so-very-very-fucked-now Day.
"This is the day that Donald Trump gets officially sworn in as *ugh*shiver* President of the United States of America.
"And Ma just came in here and turned the TV on and, of course, it's showing shit about the inauguration. The first thing I saw, which was the last thing I wanted to see, was Trump's ridiculous orange face. And the words coming out of the duckbill-shaped anus on his face, him bloviating about making America wealthy, safe, proud, and GREAT again. As if we weren't all of those things already. As if America under Donald Jackass Trump won't do a 180° in the direction away from those things.
"Obama was sitting off to the side, almost directly behind Trump, and I had to wonder what he was thinking at that moment. If it had been me in Obama's place, I'd have been imagining myself dropkicking Trump in the back of the head. And I saw Dubya Bush and Bill Clinton in the crowd next to Obama, too. I don't know about Dubya, but if I were Bill, I'd have been daydreaming of doing a few dropkicks, too. That would have been something to see: Barack Obama and Bill Clinton doing a dropkick pincer attack with Trump's grotesque, fat head in between."
(EDIT) As it turns out, Dubya apparently was too busy fighting with his poncho to be dropkicking anybody. (/EDIT)