Some kind of president

President-elect Trumpachev. Every day it’s a new fucking travesty with this guy. On the day after the election I dared hope he might not be as bad as I thought. I was right: He’s much, much worse.

He’s the most unpopular president-elect in history. I wonder why? He can’t articulate a single policy beyond bellicose boasting, can’t finish a declarative sentence most of the time. He kisses up to foreign dictators and despises the fellow Americans who question whether vulgarity and ignorance are great qualities for a leader. He needed Russian intervention to eke out a razor-thin victory; half of the minority who voted for him just did it as a middle finger to Washington. They never thought the asshole could win.

Trump voters say we should give him a chance, look for the good in the man. Nope. Can’t even. He’s blown his chance about 800 times since Nov. 9. I’m done. And if there’s even a slight whiff of goodness in this goofball, he’s masking it well with the sulphurous scent of malign egotism. Somebody open a window.

A man who respects nobody deserves no respect for himself. I loathe Trump; I detest everything he has shown himself to be. He is, as the red-neck humorist Trae Crowder put it, “a truck made of turds.” He’s rolling down the sidewalk like an ISIS-inspired lunatic and he doesn’t care who he hits. I won’t be watching his stupid inauguration and neither should you. Let that audience be confined to the craven opportunists and c-list celebrities and bumper-sticker bumpkins who imagine some personal benefit in playing along.

This isn’t about Republican vs. Democrat, liberal vs. conservative, rich vs. poor. It doesn’t have anything to do with “values” — because, Trump. But we could talk about all that. We can’t talk about letting this ridiculous man-child tweet us all down the road to perdition.