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Behold. The festering carcass of American rot shoved into an ill-fitting suit: the sleaze of a conman, the cowardice of a draft dodger, the gluttony of a parasite, the racism of a Klansman, the sexism of a back-alley creep, the ignorance of a bar-stool drunk, and the greed of a hedge fund ghoul -- all spray painted orange and paraded like a prize hog at a county fair.
Not a President. Not even a man.
Just a diseased distillation of everything this country swears it isn't but always has been -- arrogance dressed up as exceptionalism, stupidity passed off as common sense, cruelty sold as toughness, greed exalted as ambition, and corruption worshiped like gospel.
It is America's shadow made flesh, a rotting pumpkin idol proving that when a nation kneels before money, power, and spite, it doesn't just lose its soul -- it $h1ts out this bloated obscenity and calls it a leader.

mobeau69
(12,161 posts)buzzycrumbhunger
(1,425 posts)There was no other info on where it came from, sadly. Its an award winner, for sure. 😏
aggiesal
(10,459 posts)I got this from a Blue Sky account.
Jim__
(14,995 posts)From Left Horizons
My childhood was an oddity in that place. While most of my peers stayed anchored in the gravitational pull of local norms and traditions, my parents handed me a passport and pointed outward. Road trips across the US turned into train rides through Eastern Europe. I was the kid who collected fossils and insects instead of baseball cards, who could name capitals but not quarterbacks. Later, I moved abroad. I pursued higher education. I immersed myself in history, science, philosophy, and the relentless pursuit of knowledge and understanding, trying to understand not just the world, but why people move through it the way they do.
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And then, like some tragic protagonist in a novel about the perils of nostalgia, I came back.
If distance grants perspective, then returning to the town of my youth was less like coming home and more like stepping into a diorama. The streets hadnt changed, but I had. What once seemed wholesome now felt performative. The patriotism wasnt prideit was ritual. The friendliness wasnt opennessit was surveillance. And beneath it all ran a silent, suffocating current of fear: fear of change, fear of the other, fear of being left behind.
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misanthrope
(9,263 posts)So incisive and insightful.
marble falls
(69,045 posts)aggiesal
(10,459 posts)Mr.Bee
(1,403 posts)kimbutgar
(26,368 posts)Farmer-Rick
(12,249 posts)Unfortunately, America decided to make capitalism their guiding light. And then we got pedo Trump.
ffr
(23,298 posts)who love him to bits. A person who elevates our adversaries and betrays our allies.
Those are what are the most disheartening.
PatSeg
(51,365 posts)He really has a way with words.
democrank
(11,897 posts)Perfect description of that thing in the White House
surfered
(10,062 posts)rubbersole
(10,809 posts)That's gonna leave a permanent scar.
flying_wahini
(8,217 posts)pandr32
(13,594 posts)zorbasd
(495 posts)How I felt for years concerning this Fascist, but just didn't have the literary skills to put on paper.