The suede denim secret police are coming.
Militias throughout America are preparing – or “prepping”, as they like to say, (short form is way cooler than the whole world, that's how you know you're not unedamacated) – for a coming war. Will there be choppers in the sky over Washington DC, like when Trump reigned over all?
(The militias of the nation rose in membership during Obama’s presidency. That’s just how racist they are. Deep in the forests of Michigan, armies await and hope Jesus will return in an alien ship and still be on their side, even if he doesn’t recognize them as Christians. Armies in forests … like back in 1802. Those who forget history are doomed …)
What will the rest of us see on TV? Definitely don’t go to America on vacation – or for business, if you can help it – for the next couple years. It’s like the 1930s with Hitler rising, and you think you still have a couple weeks to enjoy a sail down the Rhine before everything goes to hell.
Who will Trump invite over to his house? All the fascists? Fascist Party 2024 – in da house!
Will the democracy leaders show up? Will they be invited? Trump didn’t get invited to Queen E’s funeral. Will he not invite Charles to Barron’s coming out party?
I got a bad feeling the world is gonna be like one huge high school, with lots of cliques and fights and panty raids.
Someone unfreeze Molly Ringwald – we’re gonna need her wisdom to get through the nightmare of a future adolescent world. (John Hughes is dead, so … who’s left? Farmer Ted?)
Or maybe we’ll need more punk to defeat the coming fascism. Jello Biafra … it’s time to make one helluva come-back.
