Why Are We Pretending That Trump Isn’t The President Who Will Kill Us?
The rising tensions between the United States and Iran have reached new heights, and I’m not sure how anyone with blood flowing through their veins can accommodate this rapidly unfolding nightmare without suffocating under the duress of uncontainable anxiety, that won’t be reduced to a safe level until the most dangerous man in America is swiftly relieved of the duties that he was never qualified to execute.
Why are we pretending that Trump isn’t the president who was hired to kill us?
Why are we still juggling a symphony of theories about why Trump doesn’t say a bad word about Putin, when we can vividly recall how he ceremoniously kissed the ass of the murderous dictator who got him elected, about a year ago in Helsinki, and in full view of stunned world leaders and former allies?
How the fuck did White supremacy manage to antagonize the vessels of functionality by reducing the arteries to a bloody pulp of extremities, that feature the security breach that was reinforced by a renegade character, who nefariously bypassed the laws that made him president, by hiring his daughter and son-in-law, who are not only woefully inexperienced and unqualified, but also represent the prime example of the worst form of nepotism?
