MAY 30TH. V-T DAY. A date that will live in infamy. I thought I’d feel better after the convictions, but I don’t. It’s a stark realization that 48% of self-professed Americans will still vote for him for President. You couldn’t run for dog-catcher in Wimauma, Florida, as a felon, but you could for President, a mind-boggling fact. Trump’s pronouncement that these 48% would vote for him if he shot someone dead, on camera in broad daylight on 5th Avenue, they would still vote for him. Also, if they found a dead hooker in his bed tomorrow morning (not Melania because I doubt seriously if she has been in his bed for any reason in decades), that 48 will still be there.

That 48 will throw the America we’ve known since 1776, down that golden toilet in exchange for whatever The Donald conjures up from the depths of his own personal Hell. Assuming there is a Hell, he’ll have a seat right behind Stalin, Hitler and Pol Pot. Fascism has forever been a strong undercurrent in America, second only to the White Supremacy we inherited from our European ancestors long ago.

That insidious, slumbering White Supremacy got its wake-up call when that Black Man, Barack Obama, was elected President of our Caucasian-based country. Barack is half White, but they never call him a White Man. Anything more than 1% Black would still classify him as Black in their eyes.

That horrific event, coupled with the slowly dawning realization that White America will be a minority in 20 years, has galvanized them. Many of our sentient brethren are unaware of the danger these red-hatted, dangerous boobs pose. If we don’t wake up to this very real threat, our country will change to the unrecognizable within our lifetimes, and soon. If you don’t have a red hat on when that happens, be very afraid.

Those 34 convictions mean nothing.