Tomorrow is the Maine Republican Caucus, which means Trump is even closer to The House on the Hill than my stress levels can safely tolerate.
Politics is fun when the politicians are far away and easy targets for my monologue jokes and blog posts, but in less than twelve hours, it’s Maine’s turn to decide how much closer President Trump gets to the White House.
These are not the kind of Deep Thoughts I want weighing on my mind on a Friday night, Modern Philosophers.
Perhaps we should head out to the Think Tank where we can debate this under the watchful eye of three moderators and a hissing, booing crowd.
I’ve got to ask…when did the audience at a Presidential Debate turn into the crowd at a WWE event? The world has been turned upside down, and I blame it all on one man.
You know, the one who wants to make America great again.
This week’s topic: Just how scared should we be of President Trump? He can’t really be as bad as he appears, don’t you agree? That’s all just an act he’s using to electrify the ultra weirdo wing of the Republican electorate, right?
I don’t know what to think anymore, Modern Philosophers.
When Primary Season began, I figured Trump was just a sideshow that would quickly grow boring and fade away after firing some final parting shots at the Republican elite.
At that point, Jeb Bush would step up as the party’s candidate, and the focus would turn to how to defeat whoever emerge from the Democratic side.
Boy, was I wrong!
Last night, I wrote a post asking if President Trump would make The Purge a reality. I was only joking, of course, but the more I form Deep Thoughts about it, the more I realize that I might not be that far from the truth.
Trump is the real deal, he has people brainwashed into believing he is America’s Hating White Hope, and he’s boasted that he could shoot someone in the middle of Fifth Avenue and not lose supporters.
Does this mean that President Trump plans to make it legal for The President of the United States to hunt American citizens for sport? Or would he limit the hunt to only those people who are in the country illegally and somehow got over the border wall?
Why do I keep thinking about World War II every time I see Trump gesticulating wildly behind a podium as he spews hate speech onto an adoring crowd?
Should we stop laughing about what a joke Trump is, and brace ourselves for a future where people have even more reason to hate America and its xenophobic President?
I wonder how Melissa would feel if I showed up at her door, and announced that I lived in Ireland now?
The Trump is out there, Modern Philosophers, and I’m losing sleep. Is it true that if President Trump uses your bones to build his border wall in your dreams, that you die in real life?