The Disgusting President

 

Five days ago marked the fifth anniversary of the day that some homicidal little geek walked into an elementary school classroom in Newtown, Connecticut and systematically slaughtered a room full of twenty little boys and girls - all barely out of infancy. Six staff members of the Sandy Hook School (all women) were also murdered. So how do you think the common pervert who now sits in the Oval Office marked this particularly grim milestone? By whooping it up with chief NRA spokesman, Wayne LaPierre, at the annual White House Christmas party!

 

There are no words....but I'll give it the old college try.

 

What does this tell you about the insensitivity of this disgusting bag-of-shit and the people he surrounds himself with? What kind of message does something as completely disturbing as that send to the mothers, fathers and families of the twenty-six human beings who lost their precious lives on that horrible day? What does this say about John Kelly, the chief-of-staff who was supposed to bring reason and an adult façade to this unhinged administration? The fact that he didn't resign his position tells us all we need to know about the man: He's just as irresponsible and incompetent as the worst of them. Trump knew goddamned well that LaPierre's presence at the Executive Mansion would be a kick in the face toward all of the people who suffered that day - and are still suffering. This sociopath, this cold-hearted bastard has completely soiled the office that was once held by Franklin Delano Roosevelt. This should be fiction; it's not.

 

And, Dubya, I miss you

And I'm feelin' blue

I've lost all of my senses

I'm nostalgic for you....

 

Can you imagine the backlash if Barack Obama had sent a message to the American people as vile and as contemptible as this? I can almost hear the White Wing Scream Machine's shrill howls of outraged condemnation as I write these words. Obama would have been run out of town on a fucking rail for any of the offences that the Donald commits daily, as a matter of policy. Hell, even George W. Bush would have had more class than this - a lot more. A decade ago I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat at the reminder that Bush was commander-in-chief of the United States Military. I only wish he was president today. Yeah, things have gotten that completely bent. When one has gotten to the point of nostalgia for the halfwit from Crawford, Texas, the time has come for a steady diet of stimulants to blur the mind. It is my experience that vodka aids in the process quite handily. That's just a suggestion  on my part.

On the morning after the 2016 election, I predicted on this site that this was going to end very badly for America. It was hardly a bold prediction. Anyone paying scant attention (and not relying on Fox Noise) could easily have foreseen the catastrophic train-wreck that was heading down the track. But to think that an American president could host at the White House the man at whose feet - more than anyone else's - may be placed the blame for the carnage that took place on December 14, 2012 defies any sense of decency and compassion. And don't forget the unpleasant fact that since October, over eighty Americans were killed in two separate mass shootings. A very hard rain is falling, baby.

One can only pray that Robert Mueller's investigation into these traitorous thugs will not be derailed by this disgusting president. My fear is that he will fire Mueller on the Friday before Christmas, the time when the least amount of people are paying attention in a nation where a whole lot of people tend not to pay attention on the best of days. We shall see soon enough.

Enjoy the coming shit-storm

Tom Degan
Goshen, NY