In Clear Sign The End Of Trump Is Near, His POTUS Patrol Has Suddenly Stopped Trolling Me
Sounds of silence are coming from all the Prima Donald nutjobs who’ve taunted me daily with predictions of his two-term presidency
Thousands of Trump trolls gloating over his election victory and bellowing about the certainty a two-term presidency have been bashing my political posts daily since I starting writing them last fall.
I have been called every name in the raving right-wing playbook, taunted for the size of my nose, the shade of my skin, and the inadequacies of my intellect. I have been accused of being on George Soros’ payroll (not true, he just offers an occasional headline!). I have been loudly invited to return to Israel (I’ve never been to Israel and I’m only half Jewish — the nose half, I was informed), threatened with a punch in the face “when you least expect it,” and told by one of my repeat tormentors that I should have died in the ovens “with no clothes on” — although I doubt the addition of a shirt and pants would have spared me much discomfort.
What do I think it means that all those puffed up POTUS propagandists have stopped trolling me online and have slithered back to the insanity of Hannity?
I think it means that they’re getting the picture, that Mueller’s indictment of Mike Flynn has made it clear, even to them, that Benedict Donald’s days are now numbered, that the president is boxed in and can’t lie, cheat, or buy his way out of trouble anymore.
You know how people suddenly stop wearing their favorite fan cap when the sports season goes bust and the playoffs are out of reach? It’s kind of like that. Suddenly, the red MAGA hats aren’t so much fun to wear and defending a loser has lost its luster. Having once stood with Trump, now they’re not so pumped.
I’m not completely happy about this development, by the way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that Donald Trump will be out of office. But I’m going to miss all those crazy rants in CAPITAL LETTERS, with the clumsy string of curse words, the astonishing misspellings, and the total absence of punctuation. WHO HAS TIME FOR PUNKTUASHUN WHEN WE HAV TO MAKE AMERICA GRATE AGIN HUH WHO?!
Well, faithful followers of The Great White Dope, I’m going to miss you. And I’d be really honored if, when Mike Pence is sworn in and I’m savaging him on Medium with every evangelical-eviscerating epithet I can think of, you would stop by and hit me up with a welcome blast of those cliched, all caps condemnations again.
Donald Chump is definitely done, but that doesn’t mean we can’t share one more dance.
Thanks to all the many readers, fans, followers, and even my frenemies, for reading and commenting on my posts throughout the year as I continue my commitment to post every day, 7-days-a-week until the Orange Accident is no more.
I read every comment. And I try to answer.