The Trump presidency has retarded the intellectual capacity of every developmentally challenged partisan in America for good.

It’s done.

Democrats and liberals lose their fucking minds over every breath he takes and every move he makes until they are so bereft of all pretense, righteousness evaporates and they end up bathing in putrid greasy abject hypocrisy.

Republicans and conservatives lose their fucking minds defending every breath he takes and every move he makes until they become lying cartoon parodies of their notoriously evil greedy and self righteous prick personas.

Both believe that when someone doesn’t buy into their respective brands of propaganda, it’s because they’ve been brainwashed by the other side. A barren vacuum of imagination limits understanding of the fact there are more than two sides. More than red or blue. More than democrat or republican. More than liberal or conservative.

All these fuckers won’t hesitate to lie in support of their narrative, none has a soul they wouldn’t sell. Partisan zombies.

You don’t have to love Trump to hate Hillary. You don’t have to love Obama to hate Trump.

They all make out and grope each other in alcoves, side offices and coat rooms. Brazen hussies that fuck everything that moves and steal from everyone that doesn’t.

The burlesque is vulgar and goddamn hysterical at the same time.  They join hands when doubling down on surveillance power for the military industrial complex. They bow heads while authorizing ever more money for death, destruction and global hegemony.

Liberalism has become the mask that closet conservatives wear.

There are no closet liberals.

None of this matters as long as you hate Trump or love him. It’s come down to how you feel about this leaking bag of dicks.

He’s an identity you identify with or not. That defines you more than anything else today. So fucked up.  So wrong.  What scares the crap out of me is how convenient he’s become to how so many of us actually see ourselves. How simple a matter it’s become.

It’s Clockwork Orangutan’s very best day.

Donald Trump defines you whether you like it or not.  It doesn’t matter how you feel about him.

The latest symptom of a fetid and ghastly rot that began metastasis forty or fifty years ago.  An entirely predictable development.

Donald Trump the is the harbinger of our doom.

What the democrats say is there isn’t.  What the republicans say isn’t there is.  Most of America resides in that gap.

Those who would vote blue no matter who, despite the guaranteed protraction of neoliberal policies of endless war and brutal economic austerity, are no more gullible and stupid than those who would blindly support this fucking moron. Binary thinking at its most callow and craven.

The profound danger of Donald Trump is the belief on one side that everything will be fine once he’s gone and the belief on the other side that he’s fighting for anyone but himself.

He’s not draining any goddamn swamp and he’s sure as fuck not the anti-Christ.

His hard earned idiocy is exactly the same as our own.

We are creatures of our own device.

This is not what winning looks like.

Drinks for my friends.

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