My Concession Speech

I have nothing to say that isn’t completely predictable, except that Thanksgiving might be called off this year unless I am tranquilized, and I don’t think “I gotta sit with my Republican brother” is going to make any doctor give me Xanax.

I would throw piss on the New York Times building next time I’m in town for their misleading predictions that said, day in and day out, that Trump had a 5%-10% chance of winning.  They were all full of shit and they all deserve a blindfold and a final cigarette.  The only reason they do not get piss on the front doors or a turd on the floor is because I know some poor janitor would have to clean it up, and the janitor doesn’t deserve that.

Paul Krugman can also eat a bag of dicks.  I really liked him in the early 2000s.  What happened?

The Collector can’t vote because he’s not a US national, but he called me to say, “Brexit was the canary in the coal mine.”

I’m not going to belabor this, because there’s no point in doing so on this platform.

I hope that Trump is as good a president as his supporters hope for, and a better president than I expect.

Otherwise, reap your fucking whirlwind.

3 thoughts on “My Concession Speech”

  1. I feel for you, unfortunately I thought he would get in, the US rarely disappoints with it’s ability to elect what the rest of the world would consider a joke president. I am thinking of you and all the other sane Americans who now have to live with this man at the helm of your country. Come to Scotland! I’m unsure what the BDSM scene is like but at least we don’t have a bigoted, homophobic, misogynistic crazy running things.
    Sending lots of love (and for what it’s worth, the collector sounds like he totally doesn’t deserve you, stay safe xxx)

  2. Our leaders have been failing us for so long that pre-Trump seems normal. News is infotainment. Congress is a gerontocracy that makes the 1980s Politburo look like the Pepsi generation. Every time I see a soldier, I feel America dying a little. Soldiers in Grand Central, on Wall Street. Soldiers — men dressed for the Kandahar Valley patrolling OUR streets.

    When I was sixteen, four college students were shot dead at Kent State University in Ohio during a peaceful anti-war protest. Most American heartily approved, thought they had it coming.

    Our schools are prisons, complete with armed guards more than willing to use force to put a student in her or his place.

    I hate to date myself, but I went to college in DC, starting in 1972. We could walk into the Capitol and take an elevator right up to our Congressional Representative’s office. No security screening, we could go right in like citizens of a free nation. And remember, we were at war in 1972 and there were domestic bombings in 1972. Now, the distance between the rulers and the ruled is so great, the Capitol is a fortress. Visitors enter in an specially-constructed adjacent security structure and pass through metal detectors.

    The National Mall was once a memorial to the ideals on which the country was founded — Lincoln, Jefferson, Washington. Now it is riddled with war memorials. First was the Vietnam Memorial, because the Boomers feelings were so hurt over the whole thing they had to be given a monument. Then, of course, the Korean War Vets said, ‘What about us?’ And of the course so-called Greatest Generation had to be honored, so the center of the Mall is now a memorial to the war that established the US as a global power.

    If you want to see the soul of America, look at the pictures of families having picnics at the sites of lynchings, eating with their children right alongside the decaying body. See the postcards of the victims hanging from trees that Americans sent to their relations and friends. If you want to know the soul of America, remember that we paid a bounty for every dead Native American — men, women, and children. The Japanese committed horrible atrocities in China — putting cholera in the well water, raping tens of thousands in Nanking. And we shocked even the Japanese with our savagery — incinerating their women and children while the men were fighting on the battlefield. Some Japanese leaders thought the the world would intervene to stop us. Fat chance.

    So Donald Trump isn’t really an aberration, much less a surprise. The aberration was Barack Obama.

    Americans care only about themselves, not about their neighbors. The only unifying principle we have left is war. We have been at war for 25 years. The first Iraq War, then a low intensity conflict in Iraq enforcing no-fly zones, then Afghanistan, then the Second Iraq war, now low level involvement in wars in Iraq and Syria, along with drone strikes in Pakistan, Yemen, Somalia, etc. We don’t even talk about this. I thought that 30 year wars was something we only read about in history books, but now we live through them. And no one talks about this, or questions it.

    I would say that we’ve gone mad, but I don’t think we were ever sane.


    PS: Sorry about being such a bummer. I promise to never leave such a negative comment again, no matter what Trump does.

    1. Hi John, I love your comment and have been meaning to respond to it at length, but life’s been a little messy and I have to be careful when I can use the computer. Thanks for the comment, though. I didn’t ignore it. I reread all thoughtful comments from all readers.

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