Donald Trump is the Cracker King, lord of the worthless knuckleheads who cover their insecurities with bigotry, and crave the respect they thought would be their due in a blissful white supremacy state. He is now also the Usurper King of the Regressive Plutocrats: the maverick leader of the Republican Party. Donald issues a great deal of bilious bombast and bluster, but within that expansive superheated vacuity there are some sparks of creativity and independence. The establishment may never fully domesticate him. We’ll see. If the Democrats insist on imposing Hillary Clinton on us then Trump is likely to become our next President.
Hillary Clinton is the Queen of the Desperate Housewives and their charmless princes, the Maleficent disguised as Glinda, the paragon of the sell-outs and careerists, the me-people who live in the comfort bubble of the establishment and don’t want anything or anybody spoiling the perfect arrangements of their self-satisfaction. Hillary Clinton is the cash injected-molded made-to-order service provider for the establishment owners.
Bernie Sanders is the American Spartacus leading the most popular revolt against economic tyranny in over half a century. His are the we-people of America: the youth who want real futures, the overworked underpaid who want real lives, and the old who retain the ideals of the New Deal. Bernie has assembled the most diverse array of supporters of any candidate ever, and holds the popular majority. He is the emblem of America’s future, and the man most fearfully hated by the careerists and flunkies of what is now obviously an outmoded and failed past.