Ohhhh brother (God), where art thou? The mythical beast that is Donald Trumpasaurs just. won’t. stop. He’s constantly flitting around in our business, our TVs, our ears like a big dumb gnat. Trump-a-dump-a-doo is a big man-fairy of rage and rants and regressive views on – WAIT.
Wait…a man fairy. That’s exactly what Trump is. A big, weird fairy. He scatters his anger dust all over everyone he’s near and their reason takes flight. He’s like an evil version of Tinkerbell. Holy shit, I KNOW HOW TO STOP DONALD TRUMP!
Remember in Peter Pan how when Tinkerbell was thirsty as hell for Peter Pan so she drank poison to save his life? And then we all had to clap to keep her alive? If Donal’ Troomp stopped getting applause, cheers and validation maybe he would just fade away.
Think about it: has anyone EVER seen D.T. eat or talk about food? It’s because he metabolizes Twitter likes and general crowd noises into fuel for his crispy cells. I know it’s a long shot but what do we have to lose? Maybe if we all stop clapping and generally granting him unlimited attention, he’ll wither and just… disappear. Not die… but recede back into a state of existence where we can’t see or hear or in any way perceive his presence. Maybe that’s what death is. But, hey, this ain’t Upworthy ;)
So let’s all try ignore Dingle Toots and maybe, like a flashlight with dying batteries, his glow will continue to dim into oblivion.
He only exists because we believe. SO STOP BELIEVING. I don’t believe in Trump! I don’t, I DON’T!!
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