Guest Post by Kurt Schlichter
Saturday morning, America awoke to the sunniest of sunshine, despite the lingering smoke in the air from the Democrats’ celebration of the peaceful transfer of power. Children laughed and birds sang, while across the fruited plains echoed the delightful howl of genderfluid weirdoes wailing “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Who will ever forget the festival of schadenfreude as Obama stood on that platform, his personal rejection by the people of this country manifest before him in human form, knowing that every single one of his accomplishments was going to be burnt to the ground like an unattended limousine in the path of his supporters?
Today, when a progressive dials America, no one picks up. Instead, he/she/xe gets a text back: “New phone – who dis?” [Caution: The link contains adult and hilarious language]
Yeah, I had my issues with Donald Trump during the primary, but between his cabinet selections, his sheer joy in tormenting liberals, and the ecstasy that comes from watching the left and its pet institutions like academia and the mainstream media committing ritual suicide before our eyes, I’m thinking “Make room on Mount Rushmore.” Even if Trump does nothing else for the next four or – please please please – eight years except drive liberals insane, we’re still parsecs ahead of where we would have been if the wife of that skanky cryptkeeper dude who was onstage ogling the Trump women had won.
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