100 Days of Gomorrah: For Donald Trump and Project 2025
The Audacity of NOPE!
100 Days of Gomorrah.
With apologies to the Marquis De Sade and 1785 because;
The cruelty is the point in America 2025.
The first 100 days;
Rub tiny hands together to see what you can steal.
Negotiationbation.
Annexationbation.
Regressive Taxationbation.
Devastationbation.
Christian Nationbation.
Donationbation.
Humiliationbation.
Deportationbation.
Science Negationbation.
“You’re going to feel a little necessary pain”, he says
“But, soon you will begin to like it”.
“Please, Sir, may I have another” sing a choir of toadies.
A Phallic Sharpie Marker in his Orange Onan-ite hands — most men would choose a gun when they felt inadequate or premature.
But, the Sharpie is more powerful than the magnum;
More powerful than the tiny mushroom Stormy described.
Especially when you want to stick up the world.
“Get out of America by sundown”, he says.
Illustrating the idea that The Western is America’s structuring myth.
He — Orange Anti-Yellowstone — who wants to pave paradise and build parking lots;
And, oil fields.
Build idolatrous images in gold and guild;
And clear cut forest to dig out “good clean coal”.
Use third world countries as American Gulags and;
Encourage the construction of more Central American black site prisons for “home grown threats”.
Because that’s efficiency — you gotta make the bodies disappear;
No bodies no TRANSgressions of the Constitution.
The only “TRANS” tolerated in America today.
Turn this Den of Thieves into a House of the Rising Sun.
Let the White House be adorned like a brothel;
Where Mistress Melania will feel comfortable slapping your hands away.
Have his face adorn Mount Rushmore and rename a gulf in his image;
I wonder if anyone ever told him that cross cultural understanding,
Might have helped him and his cabinet more accurately predict China’s reaction;
To America’s unilateral institution of tarriffs?
The more you know.
He’s so drunk at the power orgy he doesn’t know who he’s fucking.
But, then, that’s easy.
He’s fucking us.
(By Heidi Lindemann and Michael Perry)
(Image Credit: Mark Rothko, “Red, Orange, Orange on Red” / St. Louis Art Museum)