If you caught a glimpse — who could take more than a glimpse? — of the Trump “Kickoff” rally last night and you lived through the First Holocaust as I did, you’ll instantly recognize the tone of the crowd.
The shouting, chanting and sheer rage and craziness of the crowd cannot be overstated.
Trump is the Beloved Leader of the New Nazi Party, which used to be called the Republican Party, and the Republicans as a whole seem to be unaware that they have been dominated and exploited and weaponized for a madman’s crazy dream of being President for Life.
Guess what?
He’ll do it, because people are really, truly, tremendously stupid.
On the other hand, I’ve lived through Dictatorships and Kingships and feudal systems and fiefdom and all that sort of rubbish so many times, and frankly, it all sort of comes out the same.
Most people who see my book, “Trump is a Four-Letter Word” think I’m against Trump, but I’m not. TRUMP IS MY FRIEND.
I met him only twice, both times in Astoria, Queens, New York, back in year 1959, when I was a world-class wrestler in the Southeastern Conference.
Although I have a personal relationship with the Clintons and would have been delighted to see her take the office of President, I have to admit that, were she in office today, people would not be so unsettled, so jangled and so untrustful of all previous beliefs and suppositions, and therefore, we would not have the crowds of people running to us for help today.
In short, the rug’s been yanked out from under half the population of America, and about a quarter of the population of the rest of the world, and they’re ready for something new, something different — perhaps a Godd™ Particle?
Trump is about himself. He’ll never get over himself, and he wants to make sure that you don’t, either.
He will win. If he loses the election, guess what he’ll claim? This guy intends to be on the toilet seat for life, and there’s nobody able to organize against him.
He has the raging mob on his side, versus the voice of reason. Guess which one always wins?
I am NOT a Never-Trumper.
I LIKE Trump simply because he literally throws the Fear of God at billions of people around the world every single day.
Trump has done more to dislodge people from their frozen religious beliefs than anyone else in modern history.
Trump is a true Friend of the Work.
Without Trump, people would still be deep asleep. Instead, they’re jangled, nervous, twitchy, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Trump dangles Pardons and Appoints Criminals to his cabinet, but forget about Pardons.
For you, there is no Pardon. There is no break.
You are destined to slug it out until you go down, and there is no ordinary escape from this eternal punishment for being poor.
Ah, but there IS another way. It sounds terrible, but it isn’t.
You need to Weaponize the Spirit. Actively go out there and GET CONVERTS.
Yes, Converts! Sell Godd™ Particles to every single person you meet. The Sale is the Conversion!
Every person and pet that wears a Godd™ Particle adds to the power of the Godd™ Particle Community — the group grows ever-larger, light and power in infinite extension!
Intelligent and educated Americans aren’t the only ones who fear Trump’s rage, his anger, his instability and most of all, a vestige of his days as a wrestler, his demand to win, and his unfettered lust for revenge.
Instead of bitching about it, take advantage of it.
I remember one wrestling event where he clapped his hand on an opponent’s ear, almost knocking him out — and this is in Greek Style College Wrestling — I was southeast conference champ and varsity wrestling at Riverside Military Academy.
I also fenced with foil, and can still achieve a decent fleche.
You might be interested to learn that I not only fired “Expert” with a 99% score in Trainfire, but I was cadre and taught weaponry at Fort Ord in 1962. I have the photos to prove it.
I’m glad to say that I was never put in a position to fire upon another person or animal, and would not do so now, no matter what the provocation, but that’s my standard of ethics, not shared by many on this unfortunate little planet, under siege by Trump & his Minions.
If it sounds somewhat familiar, I draw your attention to the Throne Room of Diablo II for a comparison. Trump is more like Diablo — spitting fireballs in every direction — when it comes to his fellow workers, but in the end, he goes down like Baal — vomiting and whimpering.
Don’t like it? Vote him out of office. Don’t impeach him — he’s a born victim. Just vote him out of office. Good luck on that. He has fear and rage going for him, and there’s no fighting that with reason and rationale.
If you play nicely by the rules, you will lose in Trump World. You HAVE to cheat just to survive, and you’ll need some CHEATS & CODES to get you through this level — it’s all about selling Godd™ Particles and letting everything else just go to hell in a breadbasket.
Ignore all distractions. Sell Godd™ Particles.
Everything on this level is “immune to all” — meaning immune to physical, immune to heat, immune to cold, immune to magic — so it’s just a matter of dodging around, rather than confrontation.
That means you need a sales kiosk or booth or some sort of retail space, such as a trunk show or a yard sale, in order to get yourself out of the hole.
In short, sell a million Godd™ Particles and take the money and run for the hills. Pack up the family, sell the ancestral home, load up the car and rent a moving truck and get the hell out of the country while you still can.
The Trump rallies will show you that the Nazis are once again in charge, and that YOU are the target.
As always, the aggressors will claim to be the victims. Whimper. Whine. Complain.
Hell, don’t just stand there nodding at them.
Sell them a Godd™ Particle, and be $40 bucks closer to getting the hell out of here before you have your head handed to you. Add the sale of a sterling silver chain at another $89.95 and you’ll be another $40 bucks closer to Escape from Planet Trump.
Yeh, I made a video game of it, “FartBomb” — which you can wear as a pendant for a mere $39.95, along with several other Trumpian video games:
These games are retro-style walkabouts, with some humor injected in them from time to time. They are intended as my commentary on what’s going on here — nothing more.
You heard that old codger, Spiker of the Whorehouse, Itch McConMan say “The 9–11 thing is no big deal — I don’t know why Jon Stewart is so bent out of shape.”
They never do understand why the peasants don’t eat cake. They never get it. They’re always protesting that they did nothing, as they’re being dragged to the guillotine.
I’ve seen it a billion billion times, and I never get tired of it.
You still have time to do your work, spread the Godd™ Particles everywhere, create a cloaking mantle of Godd™ Particles upon the Planet Earth.
Do it now, while there’s still a little time left. Don’t wait until next week. There might not BE a next week.
With Trump in charge, you never know what new threat is coming down the pike, but you can be sure of one thing — there will be one.
It’s not so bad living in a Dictatorship — if you’re poor, you’ll be living in the mud. You’ll be lucky to have a cardboard box to sleep in and a cup of hot soup after a long wait in line.
If you’re rich, you’re always protecting your wealth, and you’re wondering why the peasants are revolting.
Of course, the peasants have always been revolting.
And politics are always the same. Crooks battling other crooks over poor people’s money. Are all politicians crooks. Yes, they are. All of them.
Even the ones pretending to fight the overtly evil ones are also evil.
Are there ANY exceptions? Yes, there are. There are exceptions to every rule except the rule of law.
Are the cops crooked, too?
Unfortunately, they are, starting with Bill Something — the Top Cop who defied Congress and disobeys the law every single day and gets away with it — can’t recall his name, but history doesn’t treat him well, of that you can be sure.
I have the advantage of history — I’m not guessing, I’m trying to remember my 21st century history lessons, which I failed, or I wouldn’t be here trying to complete my Term Paper on Trump.
In my day, back in the 37th century, far outside the SIM by your standards, we do our term papers by bringing things back from the past.
All I had to go on for my inspiration was a Halloween mask that survived into the 37th century — it’s that very recognizable ugly scrunched up face with the anal mouth, and it’s labeled “Trump” — that’s all we knew about him until l landed here and wrote up my report.
Gosh, I betcha I get an “A” for it, and to top that, I’ve got a Federation Dollar on human extinction within ten years.
If I win, that’s FOUR TIMES my lunch-money allowance per week. But what about the corruption and government takeover?
Pay no attention to them.
You’re seeing the crookedest, meanest and most despicable “Jim Crow” government ever assembled in the Untied Snakes of Arnica, and it’s going to get a LOT worse, especially when they come after YOU to take you away to break rocks for the roadways.
You are useless, just a nothing, scum on the surface of the world, worth nothing. Might as well work you and starve you and beat you until you’re dead.
What the hell, one less opposition voter, one less opposition vote.
Don’t let those fun people get you down. Sell them a Godd™ Particle and let them calm down the easy way.
What about the ICE roundups?
Don’t worry about the first wave to get deported. It’s when they get to your particular group that you should start to become concerned.
For most, the warning comes too late.
Don’t fret — you’ll probably be okay for at least another six months. If you want to avoid being taken down, get started selling those Godd™ Particles fast, while you’re still allowed to have them.
Soon, Godd™ Particles will be against the law, just like any book other than the Official Bible, whatever that means these days.
45 years ago, I warned you that there would be roundups.
Read “Slime Wars” to verify this. They have begun, and the “Labor Camps” will soon become real death camps — there have already been a few deaths associated with the camps, renovated from the Japanese internment camps left over from WW II, which “Dumb Donald” reads as “World War Eleven”.
Dumb Donnie is what the kids in Queens used to call him. He was hated then, but didn’t have the power to make people fear him.
Now he has the power, and with some luck, he’ll use it to “bush-beat” — drive — people to the waiting capture nets of Godd™ Particles.
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