In the course of celebrity worship, the laughing-stock is a much-examined figure.
Whether destitute or tactless, their failings are our greatest entertainment and often a mirror for our own unpublicized shame. It’s typical of the media to frenzy over these pitiful narcissists, but it’s an issue that deserves more grave attention when the person in question attempts to hold public office. This season, that person is Donald Trump.
His mere presence on the national stage is an embarrassment to our country. He has already achieved cancerous attention for his demands to see President Obama’s birth certificate and has rallied the support of some blood-crazed, rasorial stooges.
He is a loud distraction, barking at us without teeth, his hair being his most dynamic trait. Even my arch-nemesis Karl Rove agrees that his presidential aspirations are those of a “joke candidate.”
While I don’t think there’s anything wrong with viewing a president’s birth certificate, he deserves criticism for being a technicality-driven creep with no real vision. He has already earned a reputation for questioning details of Obama’s legitimacy without providing factual backing, challenging his educational record and how he got into college. In a particularly dull moment, he said, “No one even knows what’s going on in Libya.”
No Don, it’s just you.
He is a perfect example of the kind of useless, ignorant power that has driven our country on and off since Nixon made our parents stare at the black void of political morality. He is big business, impotent moaner and opportunistic pest, all rolled into one.
In him I see the man I have grown to hate, the one who abuses and lies and yet still manages to lead people.
And I don’t think he has any serious chance at being president, but that’s beside the point: It’s these people, the delayers of progress, who make me want to rally the strong young men and women of our generation for an old-school tarring and feathering. F**k them for selling our education short for war money and trying to convince us that alternatives don’t work.
The very word “conservative” is an insult, if you ask me. By its definition it stands in the way of potential improvement, because it rejects new ideas in favor of proven, but often hideous social policy.
It’s just the known way of things that old deviants design our world, scratching their oily hides while they defile each other. Their eyes are filled with money, and the things they will do for it are 10 times more imaginative than any just cause honest people can argue for.
It’s sad, because it’s well-established in our history that youth and outrage is far from enough to effect real change. I find myself unable to believe in the possibility of revolt against the modern tyrants because my peers, and I have accepted the inevitability of their power.
And sorry to Donald Trump: You’re not deserving of real critique because you’re just a poster boy for the unrelenting, toxic mania of our stupidest leaders. I’m sure you’d find yourself unable to handle the pressure of real authority because you and the pestilent swarm that follows you are not even smart enough to do evil right.
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