Donald Trump is going to be president in two weeks. This is an absolutely fucking nightmarish statement to write. But, similar to the Black Plague, it is a hellscape reality that cannot be ignored. Something needs to be done. Buboes need to be popped, rats need to be exterminated, and the dead need to be burned. These drastic measures aren’t going to be completed without Trump’s opponents being complete assholes.
This is no time to drag out tired bromides. “Respect for the office” is done. “Working across the aisle” needs to be taken out back and shot. “The benefit of the doubt” needs to be stabbed in the back of the head with an ice pick. “Roadblocks,” gridlock,” and “obstructionism” should be the order of the day. “Compromise,” as has been previously stated on this blog, is trash. Direct action, in the halls of Congress and neighborhood streets needs to be taken against our new overlords. And that action needs to be loud, brash, and visible. Now is not the time for writing 1000-word FB posts about how you secretly left a message for an underprivileged teens in the Starbucks. Now is the time to take to the streets, to actively block bad legislation. Now is the time to use every dirty damn trick in the book. Go outside, over, and under the law. Fuck tradition. Tradition allowed this to happen.
Don’t let the fascists win because you didn’t want to say “fuck it.” Don’t let Trump trample over your rights because he “deserved a shot.” That’s bullshit. Problems don’t just go away. They only get solved when people with a bright vision for the future do everything they can to make that vision come true.
So say “Fuck Trump” and get the hell out there.