For some contrived and
fabricated, and perhaps legitimate reason, the
question of the day, across this divided land
is: Why is the air thick with so much malice for
Trump, who’s reelection is seen by many as an
“extinction-level” event for American democracy
and the birth of medieval America?
Why do we both fear and loath
Trump?
America isn’t just pregnant -
it’s in the back seat of Uber-ride full-blown
labor, screaming bloody murder as it pushes
against the confines of its frayed democratic
ideals. Our nation’s tangled web of human
emotion, politics, and history has morphed
into a ticking time bomb, teetering on the
edge of cataclysmic eruption! When we ponder
the fervent hatred or gut-wrenching fear
people harbor towards figures like Trump, we
dive headfirst into a murky abyss of past
deeds, future aspirations, and perceived
existential threats.
At this point in the grand soap opera of American
politics, a vast array of Americans dread a “Trumpocalypse” - a scenario in which the nation spirals into chaos,
tyranny, and destruction. To many, he is not
just a controversial figure, the leader of a
White Nationalist/supremacist cult; he is the
embodiment of a looming existential threat,
the Grim Reaper of democratic principles, and
the harbinger of doom. It’s no wonder that
such a figure stirs emotions as fiery as the
Sun, and as deep as the Mariana Trench.
This isn’t just politics; it’s
a battle for the soul of a nation, with the
ghosts of history watching with bated breath.
Trump is the gargantuan orange
cyclops raping and piledging his merry way
through the American psyche, leaving behind a
trail of chaos, con-games, death, rape and
mass-confusion. His critics, of which I
proudly am one, brand him as the embodiment of
a thousand nightmares - each more ghastly than
the last. The “fear” part of the equation
stems from a terror that he’s Pandora’s Box of
autocracy, waiting to spew forth unending
streams of division and despotic aspirations.
Agenda 47 and Project 2025 aren’t just plans -
they’re the nefarious blueprints of a Bond
villain aiming to reshape America into some
dystopian nightmare.
Millions hate Trump for his
past actions, from his handling of COVID-19 to
his policies on the Southern border.
Let’s not sugarcoat our prickly
predicament and dip my words in raw organic
honey: the hatred towards Trump isn’t just any
garden-variety disdain. This is a deep,
seething loathing, brewed in a cauldron of
four years of perceived atrocities. The way
some see it, Trump’s handling of COVID-19 was
akin to Nero fiddling while Rome burned -
except, in this case, it was golf while the
nation coughed. And the Southern border?
That’s the piece de resistance of his critics’
arguments, a sprawling human rights
catastrophe, and a symbol of everything they
detest about his administration.
Yes, America is the bloated,
hormonal expectant mother of the free world,
clutching her metaphorical belly, ready to
give birth to either a new era of unity or a
cataclysmic rupture. The tension is palpable,
the air thick with the potential for seismic
change. The nation stands at a precipice,
peering over the edge into an abyss that could
either swallow it whole or lead to a rebirth.
Trump, like an extinction-level comet,
threatens to crash into the fragile ecosystem
of democracy, bringing with him waves of
destruction - or, depending on who you ask,
waves of liberation.
Not to be redundant but
yes,Trump is seen by roughly half the country
as an extinction-level event for American
democracy. The kingdom is a ticking time bomb,
ten months pregnant and ready to explode. The
tension is unmistakable, the stakes are Mt.
Shasta high, and the future is uncertain. But
one thing is clear: the battle lines are
drawn, and the war of ideals rages on, fierce
and unrelenting.
