Trump promised to make us rich again, but the gold never trickled down to the peasants. Sure, if you had cash parked in the stock market you did alright. But if you were driving a bus, hauling trash, or doing the real work that keeps America moving, nothing changed.
The Hoopleheads cheered him on because he flipped the bird to the elites they thought were robbing them. Irony of ironies—Trump is the robber. He handed out tax breaks like party favors to his rich buddies while the peasants watched prices climb higher and higher.
And the worst of the Trump hammer? It hasn’t even dropped yet. That “feeling great” he promised is starting to feel like a hangover.
Here in Payson, we’ve got our own Three Stooges trying to copy the act. They say the town is busted flat and can’t afford a real swimming pool. Their grand solution? Duct-tape the corpse of the old pool and fill it with recycled sewage water. Nothing says “family fun” like the faint smell of yesterday’s toilet swirling in the deep end.
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