NOTES FROM TRUMPTOPIA

It didn’t take long. BLAM! Here we are, Trumptopia. Folks are grumbling about moving to Canada. There are protests across the country. The bigots are feeling empowered and their hate incidents are too numerous to keep up with. 

The Klan and the Nazis are happy, though. 

Call me old-fashioned, but if the Klan and the Nazis are on one side, put me on the other. Please.

And this is all just the reaction to the election -- just wait until he’s inaugurated . . . And if you thought that the election campaign was off the wall, wait until the batshit craziness of the Trump administration kicks in.

I’m not scared. I’m mad. I’m not running for a safe zone. I’m standing my ground.

Trump is a con man. He tells people what they want to hear, takes the money, and runs. He’s notorious for not paying for things. He’s over a billion dollars in debt. He’s not even a real billionaire. He can attract attention, but he ain’t no leader.

What he never does is deliver.

We’re not going to see a wall at the border. There is not going to be a deportation force taking people away. His dubious allies in Washington can’t agree about how to do things.

Yeah, his fans are running amok. There will be damage. I blame him for that.

He doesn’t have a master plan to install a fascist state in a hurry. What I see coming is chaos. It won’t last long, because it’s unstable as a bomb made by amateurs. It’ll come crashing down, leaving a big, ugly mess. 

I’m reminded of Apocalypse Now. When Brando asks, “Do you find my methods too extreme?” 

And Martin Sheen says, “I don’t see any method at all.”

Then we’ll all have clean it up, as usual.