The other day I saw my doctor for the first time in quite a while. He shook my hand warmly when he came in and asked me how I’m doing.
“Not so good, doctor. In fact I think I’m cracking up. It seems lately like all I can do is to obsess over all the crazy sh*t that imbecile Trump does, and worry all night about what crazy sh*t he’s going to pull next. What is it doctor? Is it Alzheimer’s, is it senile dementia? What is it, it?
The doctor gave me a warm smile and a reassuring pat on the back of my hand. “Rest easy” he said, “you’re not losing your mind. Actually, what you’re suffering from is a condition that we only recently learned to diagnose. It’s a condition called Trumpchotic, an overwhelming fear of all things Trump. And actually, rather than being rare, it’s becoming more and more common as time goes by.
“And why shouldn’t it?” the doctor continued. “After all, for everything from the price of a gallon of milk to the price of a gallon of gas. From the price of a new car to the price of a new house. Trump sticks his big nose into everything, and usually with catastrophic results. One minute he wants a 25% tariff on herring, and the nexxt minute he wants to bomb Stockholm. Little wonder everybody is feeling like they’re in a clothes dryer.”
“Wow, that’s a load off of my mind” I told him. “Is there any cure?” The Doctor shrugged his shoulders. “Not yet,” he said, “But then again there hasn’t been time for any deep empirical studies. Some patients have reported success by, when they leave their house, covering their ears and chanting ‘La-la-la-la, I can’t hear you!’ Others have found that laying in a dark bedroom with the covers over their heads feels as comforting as the womb.”
He continued, “But as far as I know, there’s only one solution. Go into the bedroom, walk into the closet, close the door and stay there until January 21st, 2029. And when you walk out, pray like hell that the Oval Office doesn’t look like the set of Hee-Haw.
I thank you for the privilege of your time.
LOL That was a good one Murph!! Thank you for the laugh!
When you mentioned Hee Haw my mind immediately flashed to a recurring segment and the little song that makes me wonder if they could see into the future and what Trumpty has wrought:
You should change doctors, he misdiagnosed you. It’s actually called Trump Derangement Syndrome or TDS. Fortunately it can be reversed and even cured. One simply has to limit the amount of fake news they consume daily and make efforts to be a more reasonable person.
Dude, the folks who are REALLY suffering from this so-called TDS are usually identifiable by the red hats they wear, just like their “Daddy.” And all the other SPINELESS sycophants who keep supporting Drumpf in every last detail despite reality showing them–in clear detail–that He-Who-Paints-His-Face-Orange is a delusional incompetent.
So, the TLDR version is “You’re suffering from the real TDS.”
murf,
Make a big sign and go to a weekly demonstration in your hometown, you’ll find tons of well-intentioned like-minded souls who all know dotard is an imbecile.
Bring an instrument labelled THIS GUITAR KILLS FASCISTS. Woody Guthrie used it successfully…:)
July 17 is almost here.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do…there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues…The Who
Sorry SSJ Eddie Cochran https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti38LFY7x1Y