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Grabbin' America by the Pussy, Like a Mexican Rapist

Grabbin' America by the Pussy, Like a Mexican Rapist

First off, Suns lost.  I know.  Too soon.

America.  Come the fuck on.  This is where we are at?  I'm not even talking about the fact that you can google pussy pics of the First Lady.  I'm not even talking about Omarosa being not just a part of an election, but is most likely guaranteed a job due to at one point being on "The Apprentice" with our newly appointed Overlord.  Like, is this a real life meme?  Did we really just embody everything that is preposterous into one flabby, orange, confusing haired billionaire that positions his lips to make a point in the same way your neighborhood ho' does when sucking cock?  Like, I'm waking up tomorrow where #FuckFaceVonClownStick is a real thing with a real backstory.

I'll keep it short and bitter: We were sold today a broken memory.  A memory we think makes sense to us, but was really fabricated by our wildest and most ignorant imaginations in order for things to make sense.  Our political electoral system is fucked, leaving us looking about as foolish as a polar bear on a melting iceberg.  The only difference is the polar bear didn't create circumstances that lead to its environment going to absolute shit.

We did.  Kind of.  The collective naïveté of our social consciousness lead us to this moment.  Locked in the literal clichéd scenario of a lesser than two evils death throes.  Death throes.  The death throes of a system that has failed us on just as many levels as we have failed it.  There will be multiple articles written over the span of the next few weeks on how ridiculous all of this is.  I'm not here to elaborate on the electoral college, lobbyists, or out dated voting practices.  I'm not here to harp on every vote counting, or how detrimental a two party system is to the simple human psyche.  I'm not here to recollect on just how piss poor both candidates were, or how ironic yet poetically justifiable it was that it came down to the ultimate sociopathic showdown:  Between the corrupt Clinton, fearful of the F.B.I. breathing down her treasonous and crooked collar while she furiously deletes incriminating emails that would send anyone of a lesser name directly to jail, and Trump.  The gluttonous, bigoted and pompous billionaire whos real estate projects often end in bankruptcy at the cost of the contractors and workers he conned into employment.

The only silver lining in any of this is that we now know where we stand.  Like a junky that has hit rock bottom, we have a glimpse of perspective.  Shit is officially weird, folks.  We knew this system was broken before, but no one pictured these last few months.  The fact that it might have been more comforting to have had Clinton win is scary, just so it'd at least be the same ol' same ol' murderous political psychopath, albeit with a vagina...allegedly because lets be real, Hillary was about as womanly and caring as a cyanide tablet.  Regardless though, the band aid has been ripped off.  Turns out we've had a festering wound for a hot minute now.  We've known this, but ignored the urge to scratch.  It's out there now though homies.  President Trump is a fucking thing.  What's our next move? 

I know I for one am lost.  This still seems too surreal that all of the sound bites that left people laughing and shaking their heads at memes now have the possibility of coming to fruition.  Flipping cars over and lighting fires sounds real fucking appealing right now.  We made a little traction with gay and minority rights, only for a big fucking tractor steered by a bunch of 'tards and pale, insecure turtle neck sweater-vest wearing fucks to plow right over the crops of progress.  Reap what you sow, I suppose.  Lobbyists, unregulated industries, bought and paid for media and a corrupt political system left to be about as accountable as a five year old with a gun.  I need another drink.  And a pillow, over my face.

We are officially living in a fucking bad SNL skit.  A string of code in the Matrix is breaking down.  We've been transported to Oz with no intent to search for the man behind the curtain.  We have officially, jumped the shark tank.  Bring on Kanye 2020. 

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Lofty Ambitions

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