I’m not worried. . . I’m not worried at all;
I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all. . . I don’t worry. . .
I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all. . .
I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all. . .
I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all; I’m not worried at all. . .
So long, George. See you on down the trail, pardner.
Your time at the helm of our ship of state has proven to most fully sentient Americans that a well-oiled clownboy and a seething, villainous sidekick who have governed by fear, war, and terror (Wake the fuck up— torture IS terror) you were not the captain we were looking for.
If and when you leave office, a great burden will lift off the shoulders of the planet. No, it will not allow the nation to regain its once proud posture as the beacon of genuine freedom in the world. For some time we will stumble ahead, crippled by the catastrophe your malevolent and murderous idiocy as The Decider has wrought. Despite your ludicrous assertion that Jesus is your “favorite philosopher”— a lie that may have eternal consequences for you, bro— the sheer criminal insanity of your days in public office as the leader of our nation has rendered us all but permanently deformed in the eyes of all nations, both good and bad.
Undoubtedly, the lessons we will learn from your rampage in office will ultimately make us a stronger, wiser nation. But now is not the time to savor that ultimate moment of triumph over evil. Now is the time to galvanize our nation with a healing balm of hope, and the promise of brighter, truer days that re-align us with the flow of truth, beauty, and goodness in the universe.
May the Ancients of Days judge you divinely.
