In my dream, Trump was elected president
After watching too many Trump rallies, I was exhausted and fell asleep in front of my big flat screen. But I was unsure when exactly I drifted away, and reality faded to black.
I could no longer distinguish between truth and lies, and at the same time, I felt
devoured by a gutless pig as I read on the screen: Trump has been elected the next president of the United States.
This moment of hard, cold truths lasted an eternity, and life was now in animated suspension for an unforeseeable future. Trump has also been found innocent by a jury of his peers and now walks free. Trump successfully converted his lies into reality, causing a paradigm shift in this universe.
Mothers were willing to give up their sons in harm’s way before they would oppose the great leader. Trump became the king of America. And if you didn’t worship him, you were against the king and should be annihilated or exiled. The United States no longer cared for its alliances and the world. It was a horrific time to be alive.
Trump’s numbers were terrific. He quickly achieved the Republican nomination and became the United States president again, again. On the day of his coronation, a permanent dark cloud covered the skies, and a small crowd was seen. A thin rain, like a wail, fell during his speech. His voice was a projectile vomit of vindictiveness and bitter plans to be carried out with an emotionless demeanor. Anywhere he walked, flowers died, and still, everyone thought that was great.
Day one: pardons to all Jan 6th participants. Proud Boys and Oath Keepers were instantly converted to secretaries of state and foreign relations officials. Day two: the creation of death squads in America to wreak havoc on peaceful protests and extermination of enemies of the state. Day three: gut all EPA regulations sending global warming on a crash-and-burn tailspin. You are with the king, or you are an enemy of the king.
Muslims are detained and arrested or forced to hard labor building the wall that is now paid for with public school funds, medicare, and social security. The people were scared, and large swats of the population became quiet or apathetic and turned away from politics, fearing for their lives and families. Proud Boys infiltrates most blue states with federal incentives, silencing anti-regime attempts. Freedom of the press is initially restricted, then wholly silenced, and its reporters mysteriously disappear.
Protesters are shot at point-blank, and demonstrators soon vanish. Trump quickly replaces every layer of government with loyalists or Trombies (Trump zombies) who will perform his dirty deeds. The White House becomes a free hotel to all great dictators seen perusing with our homegrown dictator as the media shows everyone is happy in America. At the same time, the nation perishes in chaos and poverty.
Blue states are constantly under attack and subject to harsh federal restrictions. California, Oregon, and Washington battled to secede from the Union. State troops are sent to intimidate citizens. Most blue states stop paying taxes to the federal government, and a period of chaos begins. Social services collapse for lack of funds and increasingly conservative policies.
Worldwide boycott of American business and products begins as Trump aligns himself with Putin and other dictators. Trump hands out Ukrain to Russia on a platter after massive shipments of high-tech weapons, money, and intelligence to Russia. Putin emboldened advances toward NATO countries first and then to the rest of Europe with the help of the United States. The world will never be the same.
Why are all these evil things happening to us? I’ve asked myself. What kind of spirit possessed the people of this country to commit mass suicide? But they did vote for this monstrosity. Are people so afraid of evildoers they choose to remain silent in the face of human carnage? “The Hottest Places in Hell Are Reserved for Those Who in a Period of Moral Crisis Maintain Their Neutrality”
I began to moan and try to scream in my dream, but no sound came out of my mouth. Suddenly, I woke up. I saw on TV that there were still days until the election, and it gave me a sense of hope. The images now show Kamala commanding an enthusiastic crowd, Republicans repudiating Trump, and a surge in young black women voting for Kamala.
As I go about my day, I see other people and say, " You have to trust me; the dream was so real, and I felt I was so near it.” My friend replies, “Dude, you got to relax and let it go. This kind of stuff will never happen in the United States. I still maintain that when people tell you not to worry, it is when you should be most worried.
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