Some people—many people—never really get the chance to look up, to look around, to wonder—too much of a luxury. Many are too busy being shit on, scrounging for respect and a meal, while people like Donald Trump waltz around like they own the place, oblivious to need, lacking humanity, dripping with wretched excess and indifference. It’s hateful, the poster child for everything wrong with America right now.
“Indulge me with a military parade on my birthday,” he utters. Oh, yes, Supreme Leader, you shall get your wish, because there are enough sycophants and people who apparently only know how to follow orders to make that happen. This time around, Flag Day will be an homage to a despot, a conniving idiot, an empty-souled blowhard who somehow commands respect and expects obedience. Why? How?
It’ll be a sad, sad day. Nothing to be proud of, only embarrassed by.
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