Sure, it’s working out

Let me see how patronizing I can be—ah, poor, gentle reader, the KoolAid tasted sooo good. And the promises made.

Hillary, that evil mistress of the dark, running a child sex ring out of a pizza joint, would be slowly dipped into a giant deep fat fryer and spend the rest of her life behind bars—bars, I tell you! That horrible “previous president” who had the audacity to get re-elected will be erased from memory and history books. And the wall—oh, the wall that wouldn’t cost us a penny ’cause it was gonna be paid for by Mexico—100 percent. And if we just give billionaires and corporations a big tax cut ($1.5 trillion, to be exact) then all that money would trickle down to us hardworking ’Muricans and we would get pay raises and bonuses. How’s that working out?

And all the good God-fearing Christians—y’all got an admitted sexual harasser who bragged about grabbing women just ’cause he’s rich, famous, and powerful. Is the KoolAid giving you a belly ache yet? Oh, wait, there’s more. How about having an affair with a porn star right after his son was born, and paying her off with hush money? Or the Playboy Bunny? And more hush money? Ooh, ooh—how about his boys bragging how they don’t need American banks, ’cause they get all their funding from Russia? Remember Russia? The “Evil Empire”? Ronald Reagan?

I know, y’all didn’t vote for him ’cause he’s a Sunday School teacher. I just hope all that Kool-Aid don’t give you diabetes. And maybe God will forgive you. Who knows? Trump may even go back to being a Democrat. After all, he’s lied about everything else.

JOEL EASLEY Scott