Trump Wins

Do you hear that collective sigh of despair? Many, many libtards did that day. Davey certainly did. Even the two main leaders of the liberal democracy were quick to congratulate and prostrate themselves publicly in front of the Big Man. (In hushed circles it was hinted that the uppity challenger who thought herself so superior was made to do more than just bow down if she wanted a chance to keep her name off the retaliation list.)

You sat in disbelief after the first shock of the election passed and the results of what your fellow Americans and neighbors had done began to sink in. Images of Mark, the MAGA bully, butt fucking your sweet girlfriend, Taylor, in the front yard flashed back in your mind. And the awful things that bully said … and the awful things he made Taylor say.

Davey was heart broken. The news article on his phone confirmed that Trump had not only won the election but that voters also gave him control of the US congress … a true trifecta. Since most of the judiciary were also in his political pocket the worst nightmare for anyone who opposed Trump was coming to pass! “WE HAVE A MANDATE FROM THE AMERICAN PEOPLE …” The one scene that really brought the reality of the situation home to Davey was when he happened to notice a mother driving down the street with a Harris/McKay sticker on the rear bumper the morning after the election.

She stopped to drop her two little girls off at school with a blank defeated look on her face. She was gently crying as the news of Trump’s total victory played on her car radio. You could only surmise that the horrible thought of what was in store for her and her daughters, and women in general, flashed through her thoughts. Then you watched the young mother, as if in a mindless trance, unbutton the top of her blouse and pull it down baring her breasts as she continued to drive the rest of the way back home topless while passing her neighbors with Trump Will Make America Great Again signs in their front yards.