One day soon, and it will be relatively soon given he’s an unhealthy fat cunt, Trump will die. Soon after someone will publish the last story about Trump.
As the days grow shorter in the Northern Hemisphere, as the world seems to spiral out of control, as yet another last chance to stop climate catastrophe is missed, if you’re feeling incredibly sad about it all, if your life increasingly sucks, if you’ve lost all sense of joy, remember that. Something to look forward to. Something to keep living for.
Not only will trump be gone soon but so will his voting base. The oldest Boomers are 77. Life expectancy in the US is 78. Over the next decade they are going to start dying off in massive numbers, and the Repub’s voting base is majority over 50 years old. In 10 years the shift will be enough that Repubs will struggle in states they currently win easily.
This is a weird take. It sounds like you let hate consume you.
When trump is gone I’ll feel a sense of relief, not joy. If this is the kind of stuff that brings you “joy” then you might need to go outside and touch grass.
One day soon, and it will be relatively soon given he’s an unhealthy fat cunt, Trump will die. Soon after someone will publish the last story about Trump.
As the days grow shorter in the Northern Hemisphere, as the world seems to spiral out of control, as yet another last chance to stop climate catastrophe is missed, if you’re feeling incredibly sad about it all, if your life increasingly sucks, if you’ve lost all sense of joy, remember that. Something to look forward to. Something to keep living for.
Not only will trump be gone soon but so will his voting base. The oldest Boomers are 77. Life expectancy in the US is 78. Over the next decade they are going to start dying off in massive numbers, and the Repub’s voting base is majority over 50 years old. In 10 years the shift will be enough that Repubs will struggle in states they currently win easily.
This is a weird take. It sounds like you let hate consume you.
When trump is gone I’ll feel a sense of relief, not joy. If this is the kind of stuff that brings you “joy” then you might need to go outside and touch grass.
You should go outside and touch your ass.