I’m disgusted. Sick to my stomach. Seriously hurting.

As an Army veteran, a disabled one at that, I truly thought our military would be the final barrier between our president and chaos.

I was wrong.

Certainly the Republican party wouldn’t stop him because they’re all profiting.

Certainly the Democratic party, the one in which I unfortunately associate with, wouldn’t stop him because they’re a bunch of spineless twats who only strive for social media clout and strongly worded letters.

Certainly the American people wouldn’t stop him because half of us love him to death and the other half are too busy jerking off to Democratic party social media clout videos and strongly worded letters.

Our senior military officials were my last hope.

If not, my brothers and sisters in arms would surely stand against the illegalities of their orders.

Even Finn in that lame-ass Star Wars sequel stood up against what he felt was wrong. I’m sure the lame-ass writer who penned his character drew influence from our actual military. Statistically.

Now, that lame-ass writer wakes in Burbank, statistically, turns on the news, takes his lame-ass fist, and punches the glass of his lame-ass framed Finn Star Wars poster signed by cool-ass John Boyega. He remembers too late that he bled the turnip for the fire/earthquake/bullet-proof plexiglass, breaks his lame-ass hand, and never writes another lame-ass script again.

This is how they win.

So, which franchise do you think he’ll mimic? Will he be Palpatine? Voldemort? Sauron?

Regardless, it’s 1984 in 2026.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. I seriously have tears in my eyes, and those don’t come easy. The shenanigans from the imaginary social media stage has bled onto the real world, but it looks less ominous and more like the last ten minutes of Blazing Saddles. Somebody’s got to go back and get a shit-load of dimes…

Sounds like steam escaping…

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