What keeps me awake at night is what happens when the wicked witch of the hand wringers kicks the orangutan’s teeth in. Of course the polls are tightening. Still, it’s all over but the shouting.

It’s complicated. Obama did elevate the discourse on racism by the simple virtue of being black. There is no action without an equal and opposite reaction. No good deed goes unpublished.  The ugly people have gotten all empowered by dog whistle politics cresting at high tide for the lowest common denominator. The dumbasses are more confident than ever thanks to the bellicose bigotry of The Donald.

Now we have this giant group of mouth breathers that feel entitled. They’ve never paid attention to shit and they’re not about to start. But when the short fingered vulgarian loses, there will be conflagrations of extraordinary magnitude. Gawd help us all. There’s a fine line between clever and stupid and these people have never even contemplated it.

I have a social media troll page and these people are dumb as fucking sticks and genuinely scary.  They can’t type a cogent sentence and they wear all caps like cheap cologne.  They don’t give a shit about policy or issues, they are all about the hate. Trump won’t lose his army of useful dipshits.  They aren’t going anywhere and they are weird and pissed off.

Throngs of them will show up carrying openly in the days and weeks after the election.  The indignant vitriol will be as vulgar as it is ubiquitous. They will be hostile and prideful. Buy them a beer and shake their hand.  Hit them in the face with the mug you bought if they get surly or obstreperous, take the gun and go home.  Wait a couple weeks before you visit the pawn shop.  Use the money to buy your kid a nice present.

They will not go quietly.  They would vote for Putin if they could. Trump has succeeded at gathering the absolute dumbest motherfuckers in America into one intellectually bankrupt cage.  I’ve seen this kind of dumb before and so have you.

They don’t have hobbies.

They are addicted to rage.

They will begin by screeching voter fraud.  The collective spittle flung from their angry maws will produce spontaneous rainbows everywhere.  They will insist that illegals and dead people voted prolifically because there aren’t enough bigoted old white men left in America to put Trump over the deficit of minority and female disgust. It’s a mathematical impossibility. A basket of deplorables indeed.  Absolutely clinging to God and guns because nationalism has long since replaced their patriotism.

There aren’t enough FEMA camps.  It’s not like they can be retrained.  Maybe we could release all the non violent brown people from prison and replace them with the army of Trump acolytes.  Put all these people back on the street, let ’em vote, put the mouth breathers in jail and candidates like Trump would find the the path a lot steeper.

I think I’m onto something.

Drinks for my friends.

*Third song from Agnes Gooch.  They were assholes but they could play and write.  We did this at a place called Grand Master.  Walking distance from Club Lingerie.  Across the street from Chandara.  Behind a Jack In The Box on Sunset.  We were all nervous for a day.

It was a dump.  

They had some decent mics, a completely hammered vintage Neve console and brilliant sounding rooms.  I tracked it there and mixed it at Mad Dog.  I have never used the sound of a room like I used the sound of these rooms in this recording.  I’m not sure what kind of voodoo there was but this recording is one of my best.

Turn it up goddamnit.      

     

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