At last, America, you have found that potential leader who is all the things you yearn for, since the days of “women’s lib” and “black power,” to mention a few. Things were so sweet when men had control. When you could holster your six-shooter and take out anyone who you didn’t like, who looked like they were trouble. When you could call a spade a spade, a kike a kike. And finally, finally, here is someone who will not only be happy to have you once again be liberated from all sorts of political correctness, but who himself lives the simple, pure life you used to hold dear. At least when he is not residing in his gold-lined suite atop his mid-Manhattan skyscraper.
Well, then, bring it on, America. Who needs safe, secure access to reproductive procedures? Who needs control over their uterus and Fallopian tubes? Why do women have to bemoan the lack of support from our candidate and his minions, when they seek affordable, truthful healthcare for themselves, and yes, their male partners. For #PlannedParenthood, for all its glamour as a “racial purity” program, has helped millions over the years, to education and services they would not otherwise be able to afford or even hear about.
And once that is gone, as promised, we women will be free once again to use our wire hangers on ourselves, and dig tunnels to various clinics, while the clinics are burned and the service providers hanged in burning effigy. I do look forward to that day, although my own private parts are MIA and probably on a trash heap somewhere, helpless to partake of the party.
I’m looking forward to deportation squads collecting and removing those hardworking men and women who have tried to join us in citizenship, and our candidate will work hard to make that even harder. That will be useful, but it will possibly separate children, who are already having nightmares, from their caretakers. Oh, what fun.
I want sincerely to believe, I really want to believe, that the earth is a mere 6,000 years old. I want to stand with those who hold the banners high for the rapture, and who can’t care a bit about what goes on on our home planet. Extinction, icecap melting, all in God’s plan. So it is okay, I guess. I’m still waiting for that flash of light. I’m still on the road to Damascus.
I’m looking forward to young people paying tuition loans way into their 40’s, and to how that will impact their own children. Even the ones born with severe birth defects who need millions of dollars to breathe with assistance. That sounds like an ideal way to treat a society, or a kid.
My cultural bent is backwards. Ass-backwards. There are ways to encourage self-fulfillment, education, science, a way out of the mess we have created and are leaving our children to live in.
Maybe in four years, if old people like me can survive marches, standoffs, abuse, ignorance, we will realize how lucky we are to have a choice. And be damned if you misuse that privilege to oppress and harm those who are coming after.