What Happens Next If Kamala Wins?
To begin with, I am sure many of us will be very happy. I am talking tears-of-joy happy. Why? Beyond the obvious reasons, one of the most delicious ones is that Donald Trump will have been vanquished to the “landfill of history” — let’s send him one of his more popular similes.
Another reason is that we will eventually get to see him fade away into the end of his life. As sad as it is because it happens to all of us, the final battle Trump will fight will be with himself and his demons, and all of us will get to relish the spectacle. I write here, “eventually,” because the adrenaline that will be pumping through the perverted lunatic will be set on high-roast causing a noxious, orange wispiness to overcome him and anyone near him.
It will be a veritable three-ring circus. Trump will be broadcasting his hate, debilitating paranoia, and amorality on a frequency that far-off worlds will likely pick up. His anger over the realization that he was bested by a woman, and a Black woman at that, will be strong enough to rouse even the most apathetic of the Broney-loving MAGidiots from their masturbatory marathons with pool-inflatables. For one day, even a week, maybe, those inflatables will get a break from the heaving, sweaty racist MAGA cowards fearing replacement.
