This is like a bad movie script
It was so obscene, so barbaric; it could have come from a horror movie script. Only it was real. And the star of the sick movie playing out at the NRA convention was a former President. Donald Trump, former President, insurrectionist, malignant narcissist, and a concoction of all things horror, was making a speech.
And as he spoke, many people felt the hair on the back of their neck rise. This is because they were witnessing a real-life horror show. It was literally a zombie come home to roost. There were 21 shooting victims in Uvalde, Texas. And Donald Trump was going to name them all.
Only he couldn’t. This is because he could not pronounce many of their names. It was a spectacle. It was embarrassing. It was surreal. It was disgusting.
There was an odd sound in the background. It sounded like a gong. Or bells. This all went down at the sick thing called the NRA convention. But the show wasn’t over yet. No way could the audience be THAT lucky.
As many people watched from allover, including social media, Donald Trump began to dance. It was the dance of a living zombie. It was the NIGHT of the living zombies. It was ghastly. It was how he’d often ended his remarks. But still — now? Yep. This THING dancing on stage — this American zombie — had somehow been elected — by us. By we the people. In America.
And he’d tried to take the whole world — not the country — the WORLD — down the zombie path with him. We’d beaten him. That was something to be proud of. And as he did his dance of disgust, all one could do is turn away and heave a sigh of thanks this creature was out of the White House.
