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Just the same, here are a few snippets to wet your curiosity:
by Mike Usinger
I’m not an American. But I might as well be, because the fact that Donald Trump will be America’s president for the next four years is currently all-consuming. By that, we’re not talking mildly troubling, genuinely concerning, or low-key awful—but instead fucking traumatizingly horrific. It’s been a steady diet of Zoloft and Jack Daniel’s ever since all the colour drained from Rachel Maddow’s face on MSNBC on election night.
First, there are upsides to his victory.
All of us on the planet are going to be guaranteed four years of outright hilarity from the man dubbed America’s Hitler. Thanks to both his electoral college and popular vote wins, he’s again been given the green light to act batshit crazy on every level: staring at the sun during solar eclipses; calling homegrown Nazis “good people”; pushing bleach injections as a pandemic cure; and allowing his grimacing “foook Chreeesmass” mail-order wife to turn the White House into a Halloween-like nightmare.
But what if you actually believe the world should be a decent place for everyone—instead of just Republicans, who wants to sit there with a bowl of popcorn while Trump and his red-hat brigade harass and deport thousands of immigrants, most of whom’s crime will be that they aren’t white?
Seriously: who wants to watch reproductive rights continue to vanish across US states, giving celebrated couchfucker JD Vance a raging erection as America starts to look like The Handmaid’s Tale?
Ultimately, this election ended up being about the economy—the fact that a carton of eggs costs more today than it did five years ago. And that was enough to reinstall America’s Hitler. MAGA is one hell of a drug.
The States we once knew has disappeared, the red MAGA-cap hordes too blind to understand that the Mango Messiah and his me-first-and-the-gimme-gimmes crew doesn’t give a shit, and never has, about the people it pretends to be fighting for.
Ok ok, so, where is the punchline you might be asking. It's this................. Trump's victory proves something:
Let’s start with a song.
While the charts and record sales might suggest otherwise, “Common People” isn’t Pulp and singer Jarvis Cocker's greatest song, even though it’s certainly the best known. Superior in every way is the rarities and B-sides track known as “(Cunts Are Still) Running the World”, the title of which is pretty much self-explanatory.
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