(Diogenes
is temporarily involved in other pursuits. In his absence we will be
reposting some of his more popular pieces.) ---RB
I hate Donald Trump because he makes me want to do violence.
I have held to a nonviolent philosophy for my entire adult life. I have
never aimed a weapon at anything more threatening than a field target; I
was last drawn into a fistfight when I was 17; I have no wish to harm
anyone.
And I want to punch Trump's lights out.
I have dreams of throttling him, my hands around his neck, beating his
head against the wall while he sings The Beatles' song "I'm A Loser." I
want to rip that orange obscenity from his head and shred it with my
teeth. I want to throw him into a pool full of crocodiles. I want to
wash his lying, profane mouth out with lye soap. I want to tie him to a
chair, tape his eyes open, and force him to watch a video loop of
President Obama scolding, "Donny, you've been a bad boy." I want the
Statue of Liberty to spank him, and the ghosts of Lincoln and Jefferson
to haunt him forever. I want a personification of the COVID-19 virus to
chase him naked through the streets of Manhattan. I want him to know
himself for the fraud and freak show he is, no more worthy to sit in the
Oval Office than slime mold. I want him reincarnated to a place where
he is the only white person and the rulers are violent, misanthropic
women. I want him to know the bone-chilling, knee-collapsing,
bladder-emptying fear of authority felt by the oppressed, the
disenfranchised, and the marginalized. I want a hundred afarit to drag
him into the earth. I want him to know exactly what Putin, Xi Jinping,
and Erdoğan actually say about him. I want him tarred and feathered and
ridden out of DC on a rail. I want to tattoo 666 on his ass. I want him
to know his biography is full of blank pages. I want him afflicted with
boils and unscratchable itches. I want the unspeakable beasts of
Chthulu to find him. I want the Holy Bible to burn his blaspheming
hands. I want his libelous tongue to cleave to the roof of his mouth. I
want him placed among the traitors in the mouth of Satan in the deepest
pit of Hell. I want him mute. I want his image expunged from every
public place and his portrait never placed in the Gallery of Presidents.
I want him forgotten. I want his legacy to be shame. I want him to know
just how much he is hated. I want him to be bullied and intimidated. I
want him ostracized. I want him humiliated. I want him to cry.
During the Thug-in-Chief's first campaign I sometimes asked
rhetorically, "Will someone take this bastard out and shoot him?" I was
advised by cooler heads to tone it down, and I did. No more. There are
not enough denunciatory, damning, condemnatory, insulting, judgmental,
censorious, reproaching, disparaging, derogatory words in all the
English language sufficiently to describe him, nor any punishment he
does not deserve.
He has defiled, flouted, soiled, profaned, fouled, besmirched, sullied
and dishonored the office of President, the laws of this country, the
Constitution, the legacy of the Framers, and the idea of democracy
itself.
He is a cancer and a plague on freedom and on our rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
He must be stopped, deposed, and extirpated.
--- Diogenes, 7/6/2020 Reposted 10/9/2020
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