Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Any minute now I will get used to the idea that Donald Fucking Trump is our next president.

Because that’s what we humans do, we get used to shit.  Quickly.

What was previously unimaginable becomes the new normal faster than you can say, President Donald Trump?!?!   Are you fucking kidding me?!?! 

This catastrophe will soon become ordinary. We will watch DFT and his merry band of triple-chinned narcissists taking a four year hot steaming shit on the world and not be shocked.

Until then, I am throwing “If they go low, we go high” to the wind.  It didn’t work anyway.

Soon enough, my politeness will eclipse my truth once again because I am a woman and that is what we do.  I will default to being more tempered in my opinions.

But not today, because,

Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.

Donald Fucking Trump is our next president.

You cannot write this shit.  Given an unlimited supply of Red Bull and good weed, the best comedy writers I know could not dream up a character as unhinged and revolting as the narcissistic blowhard that is going to be our president.

Donald Trump is a bad human being.  100%. A shithead of the highest order.

Cruel.  Hypocritical.  Greedy.  Arrogant.  Ignorant.  Belligerent.  Unstable.  Unprincipled.  Bigoted.

Decades ago, I heard an urban legend that Arby’s roast beef starts in liquid form in bags of pink goop that get poured into molds to solidify into the shape of roast beef.

Maybe it’s true and maybe it’s bullshit.

Either way, it provides the best metaphor I can come up with.

Donald Fucking Trump is a bag of pink meat goop; formless, creepy, shockingly, unimaginably gross.

A bag of pink meat goop is our next president.  It’s not okay.  Not even a little bit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.