A VULGAR OF POWER
Some things happen over the course of the next few months. They are, in no particular order.
- Donald Trump successfully fractures the general public, criticizing not just one news source, but all of them. The chicken people feel confused and are unable to rally. He has them where he wants them. Panic and confusion. Rebels don’t rise from panic and confusion. Panic and confusion is easier to control.
- He’s gotten a tattoo on his forearm that reads, “My brand is chaos.” Melania said it to him one night after faking another orgasm. She meant it as an insult but he took it as a complement. From that day on, he decided to use it. Everything he said would cause chaos. He would not be a leader that laid a path to a goal. He would be a leader that led a path that led in circles. He would keep the people busy so he could wiggle his fingers behind the curtain and do things like #3.
- He has personally profited over $150,000,000,000,000,000 (that’s one quadrillion dollars) from the American people paying for him to travel and sleep at his golf resort. The Rebels keep trying to raise the point to the public level but his Drone Army denies it blindly in the face of what most on the world stage would consider mathematical facts. The news was confusing them and it was all working. Everything was playing into his hands.
- Late one night while watching re-runs of reality TV and having a Twitter war with a late night TV comedian, the president saw an infomercial for experimental finger extension surgery. He knew he must have it. He did like the commercial said and “ORDERED NOW!” He was finally going to have those long fingers he’d always wanted. Maybe he’d even take up piano once he’d broken free of the Kardashian race.