Stacks and Stacks of Trump Facts
During the no-crime hush money trial that has been going on, Donald Trump has been seen constantly carrying around a stack of papers that can only be defined as a raging pillar of truth. Well, truth in terms of the relative truth Trump has so excellently proliferated at the expense of the objective reality of events and things that have actually happened which was formerly known as “truth”. In other words, small “t” truth has repeatedly been bested and sodomized by big “T” Trump Truth aka “real” Truth.
The stacks of paper prove (to Trump anyway) that there is no real crime going on. His right-wing lackeys say the “real facts” tell Trump exactly what he wants to hear. Then Trump hired some lady to follow him around and print out these stories so he could feel better about himself during this bogus trial. It doesn’t matter what the legal system says, Soros obviously did something to it to make it evil. It doesn’t matter if Trump is guilty of the crimes he committed, he says he isn’t and his wonderful goons find ways to bolster anything he says. Anyway, I’m pretty sure the judge was caught booty bumping adrenochrome with Alvin Brag and if these two haven’t, then at some point, they will be.
Back before America was great, the truth at one point used to focus on objective facts… nah, those were the old days. The days of oppression manacling Americans back from the precious alternative facts that clear the mind with beautiful multiple questionable realities. We Americans have been craving the ability to choose the reality best fitting our individual agendas. Yearning for a confusing mishmash of strange wavering realities that makes everyone double down on strange arbitrary tribalisms. Nothing screams objective reality like surrounding your mind in an echo chamber of partisan hacks feeding you the biased details that allow you to delude yourself to any naysayers and construct a temporary reality that exists until you decide it doesn’t. This is the type of leader America needs. One who is so thin-skinned that he needs constant reassurance that he is great and is deaf to any views or realities that could possibly call that into question.
