I must admit that even though I’m Canadian, I’ve allowed myself to become manipulated, angry and resentful towards Donald Trump. Rather than spend time providing you with a litany of reasons why, — suffice to say I don’t have any truck with looking either backwards or forwards for that matter, trying to ignore the incessant diatribe of a sociopathic narcissistic pervert and his sidekick, bootlick Elon. I do believe, however that I indeed have the gift of clairvoyance, as the following tale will tell.
So, Instead, of baying at the full moon anymore, I will instead be practicing my marksmanship for the day it will become necessary.
And So, This Sinister and Ethereal Story Begins…
Enough of frivolity. Come join me on a journey. A journey so twisted and contorted, confusing and endangering that it will be hard to conceive how you might survive. In Washington, DC, there is a building, now an edifice to the ignorance of men, disposed to the belief that only decent, honest, believers in democracy shall hold sway there.
You peer through the sodium street lights and see an oddly comforting vision. Fearlessly, you walk up to the entrance of what is a strangely memorable tall White House.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… Trump’s Twilight Zone.
For the next four years you will encounter lies that are facts, news that are lies, plans that sound like disasters awaiting only the lunacy of daylight. You, like I, will become observers of this circus of the mind, illuminated only by an orange glow from an unearthly reflection upon what was known as, the resolute desk.
In the dark, one can see the outline of a grotesque ogre, peering into a crystal ball, created by the great musk at his land of Tesla. Surrounding him are strange, two legged beings, fangs dripping, one with the brow of a Neanderthal, another the face of a baboon.
As I dare not tread where the Denizens of the Oval Circus reside I have decided instead to become an observer of the impending warlocks plan, otherwise known as the 2025 Scamalog.
So, like Rod Serling, sit back and relax as I take you on a journey of the imagination, one beyond space and time, one beyond reason or even just a little bit of common sense. Time here does not exist, and time travel enables both future and past to meld, interchangeably.
So, close your eyes and imagine with me, this voyage of the damned.
Your journey begins, as though you and I are sitting on the deck of the Titanic, rum and coke in hand, watching studiously while all the entitled, greedy, cowardly and arrogant people line up at the lifeboats, pushing away the middle class and poor of the second and third class, including women and children for the few seats available.
Is this but an illusion? Another fantastic image from Rupert Murdoch’s mind?
No, it is real. A ship, THE ship, has just struck an iceberg. It could have been called China, North Korea or Iran, but it wasn’t, that will come soon enough. This was an actual iceberg.
Instead you are aboard a great ship, an unsinkable ship, — and this good ship will actually set sale in January, next year, when there will be a pompous celebration of ignorance and arrogance unimagined by even the most mentally defective. The ship recently completed construction at the hands of the best engineers available to the uneducated, in concert with the great designer of animal clothing, Robert F. Kennedy.
Due to Robert’s insights and belief in conspiracy theories, he has had its watertight compartments constructed without any tops. Unfortunately, no one else will have paid any attention to the schematics because these engineers employed by Robert all shared his misfortune of brain worms and of course, never actually graduated. In addition, the ship’s first officer, Elon, has fired all those previously employed by the White Aryan Steamship Line. True to the values of ignorance, the engineers have absolutely zero experience in constructing, nor the crew in sailing such a massive ship. Their journey will likely be one of ‘learning on the job’. So what could possibly go wrong?
To ensure smooth sailing, all those in third class were safely locked away below decks prior to sailing in order to ensure that in the eventuality or need, sufficient seats would be reserved for the one percent aboard the ships lifeboats. The truly entitled ones will assume that the ship is unsinkable and continue to play craps in the casino, becoming so inebriated they won’t know which way is up or down on this lengthy voyage. But that will be fine, for a while, so long as the man at the helm is observant and intelligent.
Well, that ship has sailed as well.
Unbeknownst to the passengers, First Officer Elon of this ship, did indeed have many of the lifeboats removed in order to save money. No use spending money on lifeboats for an unsinkable ship, eh what? But out there on a frozen sea, there exists a host of problems. Some so big they resemble icebergs, and no pathological lies or fake news will be able to hide this monstrous foundering ship at sea.
I muse that it will be interesting to see the panic when officers and crew realize that the ship’s Captain aware of the iceberg, left the sinking ship; first yelling, ‘fake news, the ship is fine”, while taking a hidden launch, – thus leaving the crew to face the music on the forecastle as the ship slams into the inevitable iceberg. Then of course the Captain will claim that his crew were incompetent, safely aboard the first officer’s launch, SpaceX.
It isn’t that I needed to be clairvoyant in order to be certain in any event of the impending debacle. I simply carefully read Captain Trump’s resume. His five previous ships sunk, leaving all the customers stranded in Newfoundland, Russia, China, North Korea and Iran. His appointed officers will be yelling from the lifeboats as loyal ‘suckers’ run around on the bridge, telling everyone that the ship isn’t sinking.
Dog bless the soon to be sinking ship of state.
Now the dream has ended, and the nightmare begins.
That’s all the help any of you will get from Supreme Leader Trump of the good ship Titanic.
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