That'll Be the Day

My husband has a particularly gross, morbidly obese cousin whose personality is even uglier than her copious rolls fat and hideous face. When she had a baby a few years ago she posted revolting pictures on Facebook of her breastfeeding, and it looked like the baby was sucking on a giant watermelon. Get the picture? 

I am describing her in such a nasty way for two reasons: A, it's the truth and B, she is scathing when it comes to Trump, his followers, his family, and the entire Republican Party.  Her most recent Facebook post regarding the election was this: "I am sick that so many Haters voted for this Monster. It's fucking heartbreaking. This fucking turd has exposed racists and homophobes all around us, even here in Vermont. It's horrifying and sickening."

So Trump is a monster, and with a capital M. And anyone who voted for him is a hater, with a capital H. And who even knew they had such people in bucolic Vermont? Luckily, if he wins and doesn't mysteriously die in his sleep in a few weeks making Clown Face our president, Joe Biden vows to unify the country! He will bring us all together! 

That'll be the day.