Despise You Forever

Donald Trump watches as barricades are placed upon every surrounding structure wishing he could tweet "election fraud, election fraud, election fraud." And while he wishes, we proclaim:

I'll despise you forever,

I'll dislike you for always,

As long as I'm living

a baby you'll be.

As his rhetoric became the foundation of which the seeds of hatred were planted, the seeds grew. They grew and they grew and they grew. He threw the names of predominantly Muslim countries onto a wall and banned them all. Sometimes Susan Collins would say "this kid is driving me crazy!"

And at night time, when that baby was tired, he opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed and rocked back and forth tweeting, back and forth tweeting, back and forth tweeting. While he tweeted, we proclaimed:

I'll despise you forever,

I'll dislike you for always,

As long as I'm living

a baby you'll be.

The hatred grew. It grew and It grew and It grew. It grew until racists felt comfortable holding more rallies, preaching about "white genocide" and uniting a side dedicated to extremist ideologies. Often times his loyalists' celebrations resembled being at the zoo!

And at night time, when he was presidential, the baby went up to the podium, looked at the reporter and managed to conjure up "there's very fine people on both sides." If he was really presidential, we would praise his attempt at leading his people to genuine justice, and we would praise and praise and praise. And while he strove to justify the unjustifiable, we proclaimed:

I'll despise you forever,

I'll dislike you for always,

As long as I'm living

a baby you'll be.

The hatred grew. It grew and It grew and It grew. It grew until Derek Chauvin kneeled on George Floyd's neck for almost ten minutes. It led to protestors demanding changes to a systemically discriminatory system while he tear-gassed them for a photo op holding the Bible by a church. Sometimes his supporters felt like he went too far!

And at night time, when he was presidential, that baby opened the door to his bunker, crawled across the floor and hid from those he promised to serve. If he was really presidential, he would listen to the pleas of those who requested accountability yet he hid and hid and hid. While he hid, we proclaimed:

I'll despise you forever,

I'll dislike you for always,

As long as I'm living

a baby you'll be.

That hatred grew. It grew and It grew and It grew. It grew until It was an armed grown-up dressed in camo storming the Capitol Building under the guise of "patriotism." It left home and flew Its private jet across State lines. If all entry ways were blocked, It walked past them with ease, ignored security details, and threatened the lives of representatives and those who dared to stop them. If that great big baby was really so great, he would have pleaded to end the violence and instead he fanned the flames, fanned the flames, fanned the flames. And while he fanned, we proclaimed:

I'll despise you forever,

I'll dislike you for always,

As long as I'm living

a baby you'll be.

Well, that "We", got stronger. We got stronger and stronger and stronger. One day a second impeachment was brought forth and the majority said "You better come and see this because you are ridiculous and finished." So the baby came to see it. When he opened an incognito Twitter page he had a thought. He thought:

"They'll despise me forever,

They'll dislike me for always..."

But he couldn't finish because he was too in denial and stubborn. The baby went to his loyalists. He clung onto them and rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

They'll love me forever,

They'll like me for always.

As long as I'm living

a leader I'll be.

When we finally turn off the news for the night, we stare for a long time at the ceiling above us. Then we message our friend who shares the same concerns. We both understand there will be tons of others who are just like him but it's a start, it's a start, it's a start. And while we hope for a better tomorrow, we proclaim:

We'll despise him forever,

We'll dislike him for always.

As long as history is written,

a fraud he'll be.

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Thank you for reading! As a Canadian who found "The Apprentice" utterly entertaining, I (like everybody) was shocked when its host was voted into the highest office in all the United States. These last four years have been an absolute whirlwind of divisiveness and uncertainty; here's to hoping future political discourse will be boring because let's face it: I think we all deserve a little mundanity.

Make sure to check out other Vocal members' parting words for the impeached President at Goodbye Donald.

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