Airing of grievances
No, really, fuck you.
First off, fuck you, Donald Trump. In any just society, you'd be locked up in Bellevue, ranting and spitting on yourself. Instead, somehow, because this country is not quite as exceptional as it thinks it is, you're in so-called charge as a plague spreads across the nation and the world. Your farcical, pathetic daily appearances at the podium to impart COVID-19 "information" do nothing but make things orders of magnitude worse. You moronically averred that a drug combination would cure the virus; two people took it; one is dead, one is on the verge of death. How many thousands will die because of not only your unalloyed evil, but, even worse, your putrid idiocy? Hundreds of thousands? God help us, millions? Now you're worried that the economy is going to fall off a cliff if self-isolation continues, ruining whatever slim chance you had at winning re-election and avoiding the justice which will be meted out upon yourself, your family, your minions, so you're about to call for a lifting of quarantines and lockdowns. You are will to condemn millions to illness and thousands to death on the outside chance that it benefits you. This country has committed manifold sins in its history; you are nothing but the spasmodic Scourge of God, the apotheosis of America's darker impulses. When you are in the ground, I will make it a point to visit your grave and shit on it. And I will hound and abuse your family until either they or I no longer breathe.
Fuck you everyone who voted for him. I don't care if you thought he couldn't be that bad. I don't care if you just reflexively voted for the Republican. Fuck you unto perdition. Trump did everything aside from shooting someone on Fifth Avenue, and you still thought he was fit to sit in the company of the Roosevelts, of Kennedy, of Lincoln. You cared so little for this commonwealth that you felt it proper to entrust its fate to a slobbering carnival barker whose only accomplishment in life was to con people out of their money and yell "you're fired" on television. You are unfit to be citizens of this republic. Were it up to me, you'd be stripped of any voting rights, because by your actions you have imperiled us all. Why did you do it? Are you so filled with hatred for anyone different from you that you're fine with watching it all burn down? Well, guess what: You can bray all you want about a "Democrat hoax"; when the time comes to hand out ventilators, you shouldn't even be considered to be assigned one. May you be the first ones to die.
A hearty fuck you to all of you who didn't vote for Trump, but neither voted for Hillary Clinton. That woman was so awful that you voted for noted loon Jill Stein (fuck you "Jill not Hill" assholes). Or you voted for whomever the Libertarians tossed up. Or you stayed home, because being a participating citizen of this republic is just too much of a bother. By your actions and inactions, you allowed this calamity to befall us. When the ventilators are being handed out, you, too, will be last on the list. You, too, should have your citizenship stripped, because you have no regard for the common good. You as much as any MAGAt are lost in your own petulance and demands, thinking your purity puts you above the quotidian. "Earn my vote"? If avoiding the apocalypse isn't enough to earn your fucking precious vote, then die in a fucking fire. At least I'll have the pleasure of seeing you go first.
They're monsters, all of them. But they're not fairy-tale monsters. They're not trolls and hobgoblins. They are all too human, giving in to fear and hatred and animus and apathy. Their lack of human concern is what makes them monstrous.
My essays for the rest of the week will game out thought experiments of what the world will—or should—look like after the crisis abates.
But for now, if you're reading this, and any of this applies to you: Fuck you.