A FAREWELL TO TRUMP 11/23/20:

No grace, no dignity, no humility, no magnanimity, no class, no morals, no empathy, no soul. He has no friends, not even a dog. His wife can’t bear his touch, his daughter can’t avoid it.
Devoid of humor he doesn’t make jokes, he doesn’t laugh. Not ever. An occasional gash in his orange-painted face signifies nothing more than his satisfaction in transacting another con.
He’s a loathsome coagulation of every human failing with no compensating virtues: A craven coward. A sociopath. A serial rapist. A racist. A quisling. An opportunistic grifter. An inveterate cheat. A deceitful toad. A chronic liar. A shameless braggart. An ignoramus who lacks curiosity. He doesn’t read, he doesn’t love, he doesn’t care.
Trump is a ridiculous, combed-over cartoon villain, a deranged clown with a face sprayed the color of hang-over piss and toilet paper stuck to his shoe. Rake the forests, nuke the hurricanes, inject the bleach, waterbomb Notre Dame cathedral, trade Greenland for Puerto Rico. Trump’s pompous idiocies are exceeded only by his appalling ignorance. This clueless moron brags that he was able to keep the crayon inside the lines on his dementia test.
The Grand Fubar of dysfunction, the maestro of petty vindictiveness, of malice and resentful belligerence is still feverishly trying to figure out how to overthrow our government.
Trump, if he’d had the imagination, would’ve considered handing out small-pox infected blankets in Democrat-leaning districts but it’s too late now. A majority of Americans have said enough is enough. After 4 years of what-the-fk-has-he-done-now, 46,123 tweets and 20,000 documented lies while in office, he’s been reduced to pathetic whimperings from his puckered-sphincter pout, playing his invisible accordion to an audience of brainless retards, fellow hucksters and his retinue of fawning toadies, asskissers, and hangers-on whose loyalty is demanded but never reciprocated and who have neither the self-respect nor the courage to call out the capture of the US by an amoral, moronic lunatic.
We cannot know what tipped the scales against Trump.
No lie has been too outrageous, bragging about sexual assault was just locker-room talk, five bankruptcies are apparently indicative of an astute businessman, stealing from a children’s cancer charity is fake news. Being laughed at by foreign leaders – throwing raw meat to Boogaloos, Proud Boys, Klansmen and toy soldiers was addressing his base. Perhaps it was inciting violence from uniformed goon squads infiltrated into lawful protests that crossed the line. Perhaps it was the denigration of war dead and veterans as losers and suckers by a draft-dodging, yellow, mangy dog that did it. More likely it was 11 million Covid-infected Americans, a quarter of a million who died while the orange blobulator ignored it, denied it, played it down, finger-pointed and then looked for ways to exploit it for his own advantage.
There is no excusing Trump, there is no sympathy that should be wasted on this pathetic parasite. History should not record him as some sort of tragic King Lear but as an effluvium, a discharge from the bowels of a diseased system; that has now been shitted out.
He had always exhibited the narcissistic and antisocial personality disorders of a lack of empathy, grandiosity, lying and deceit, indifference to conventional laws or rules or morality that characterize a tyrant. But he possessed none of the cunning, artifice, commitment to a cause beyond himself, the political skills of a Stalin or the oratory of a Mussolini. He had no ambition beyond the grift and the trappings – palaces awash with potentate bling, a yearning for military parades, a pneumatic wife and his narcissistic cult of personality. He has no talent beyond the con, he’s a schmuck with the dumb luck to be born into wealth that metastasized his low grade celebrity into high grade larceny.
Fittingly, he’s spending his last days shaping his own humiliation. If Trump was to be found drooling in a pool of his own piss ala Stalin or dragged Sadam-like from his bolt-hole it would be the most metaphorically noteworthy achievement of his time in office.
Gone too will be his dreadful spawn. Ivanka’s in-it-up-to-her-nose-job reputation may limit her future career prospects to hand-job supervisor at a New York sperm bank while “Uday and Qusay” could end up in prison trading sexual favors for their cigarettes. Jared Kushner may join them.
Melania might take the path of Jerry Falwall Jr.’s wife, and hook up with the Pool Boy, no doubt chuckling at the thought that Trump has only Rudi Guiliani left to go through the pre-nup looking for loopholes.
The end of America’s nightmare is near. However it plays out over the next two months Trump is finished.
The irrelevant man. A loser. Good riddance.