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3 years, 258 days and 22 hours of the Clown Show


At 7:58 a.m. this morning (Monday, Oct. 5), President Trump’s personal physician, Dr. Sean Conley, released the following statement: “The President took a turn for the worse overnight. Shortly after midnight, hospital personnel noticed that his blood pressure had dropped precipitously. Entering the Presidential Suite to examine him, they found the President unresponsive, and his breathing was sterterous. Emergency nurses immediately initiated cardiopulmonary resuscitation.”

Through my contacts, I’ve been able to piece together the following: When CPR failed to work, the heart stimulant, Midodrine, was injected directly into Trump’s ventricular chamber. This caused the President to spasm, resulting in an attack of severe hypertension. As a result, emergency doctors injected Insulin into the opposite chamber. Within seconds, the President’s eyes opened and were bulging. His blood pressure began to soar, and when it reached 220 over 150, physicians became concerned about new strains on his heart. A quick conference was held by his bedside, with some physicians wanting to administer a massive dose of the angiotensin-converting enzyme (ACE) inhibitor Lisinopril, while others warned that to do so could cause dangerously low blood pressure, which would threaten his breathing and cause other organs, such as the kidneys and erectile function, to fail. When physicians were unable to reach a consensus, the President’s children, Donald Jr., Eric and Ivanka, were called in. The doctors explained that they were deadlocked, and that the President’s children would have to make the decision, since the President’s wife, Melania, was in quarantine and in a medically-induced coma.

Eric and Ivanka wanted the Lisinopril immediately administered, but Donald Jr. refused. Claiming that he was “the Trump in charge,” he insisted that his father be administered a cocktail of hydrochloroquine, bleach and Adderall. All of the attending physicians were appalled, with one, Dr. Rand Romney, stating that to do so would “be the equivalent of a bullet through his brain.” At this, all three of the President’s children accused Dr. Romney of making a death threat against the President. The Secret Service immediately took Dr. Romney into custody.

Meanwhile, the President continued to decline. Nobody knew what to do. Then Ivanka came up with an idea. What if one of the President’s favorite prostitutes, Kellyanne Floozy, was brought in to stimulate him? The Secret Service said they knew exactly where to find Ms. Floozy, since they frequently smuggled her in to see the President at Mar-a-Lago, Bedminster and the White House whenever FLOTUS was absent. She was at her favorite bar. Within 20 minutes, Ms. Floozy arrived at Walter Reed where, amidst the kind of secrecy normally reserved for events of the highest national security, she was brought to the Presidential Suite. Ms. Floozy then entered the President’s king-size bed.

At first there was no response. But then, as Ms. Floozy began to administer her special talents, the President showed signs of revival. At that very moment, a new visitor arrived to see the President: Supreme Court nominee Amy Coney-Barrett. Entering his Suite, she quickly evaluated the scene before her: the President’s children, the doctors, the Secret Service, and, in the bed, her mentor, President Trump, unconscious but showing certain unmistakable signs of physical arousal, and the beautiful Ms. Floozy, attired in flimsy bright red negligée.

This offended Judge Coney-Barrett’s Christian sensibilities. She tried to pull Ms. Floozy out of the President’s bed, screaming “Adultery is an abomination!” The Secret Service tackled Judge Coney-Barrett. The President’s children became involved in the melée, and so did the doctors. The scene resembled something from a Marx Brothers comedy. Fists were flying, expletives uttered, people tried to strangle each other. Then Bill Barr, his hairy bear body naked and sweaty, entered and said, “The career professionals at Justice have asked me to give you this,” and he took a gigantic dump on Trump’s face.

“He’d prefer peepee from a Russian ho,” Ivanka noted, as everyone threw up.

Suddenly, the door flew open. It was Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Lindsay Graham. Teddy was dressed head-to-toe in black leather, which tended to minimize his enormous ass and overfed stomach. Graham came as her drag persona, Auntie Lindsay. In fishnet stockings, a pink tutu and a fluffy feather boa, she looked fierce and yet luridly hideous. The fighting stopped and the crowd parted as Teddy and Auntie Lindsay crawled into Trump’s bed. Auntie Lindsay grabbed Judge Coney-Barrett’s wrist and whispered in her soft southern drawl, “Try it, honey, you’ll like it.” Judge Coney-Barrett said she had to ask her husband, Jesse, if it was all right for her to have a sexual orgy with an unconscious man, a transsexual and a sadomasochistic leather queen. She called Jesse; the two had a brief conversation, and Coney-Barrett said, “Jesse would like to join us. He’ll be here in five minutes.”

Soon, the Presidential Suite was the scene of the wildest orgy Washington had seen since the Kennedy administration. People came and went by the hundreds. All sorts of things went down. Mitch McConnell was seen cavorting with Stephen Miller, while Betsy DeVos was doing something unmentionable with a German Shepherd and Susan Collins. Meanwhile, in the midst of the craziness, Trump died. Nobody noticed; they were having too much fun. When Coney-Barrett learned she’d performed a sex act upon a dead man—necrophilia—she had a nervous breakdown and withdrew her name from consideration to the Supreme Court. But Mike Pence, who on Trump’s demise became President, convinced her that Jesus wanted her on the Court. Getting down on their knees, he administered the Oath of Office to Coney-Barrett, as everybody sang The Donald Trump Song:

Clear the streets for the Proud Boys,
Clear the streets for the neo-nazi division!
  Millions are looking upon MAGA hats full of hope,
The day of freedom and of revenge dawns!

                                                                        (translation from the German)

At that point, Kayleigh McEnany came rushing in. “Sorry I’m late, guys. Did I miss anything?”

From the Personal Diary of Donald John Trump


To be honest, Dear Diary—and you know I always am—I don’t see where in the Constitution it says we have to have elections. I mean, I’ve read through the whole damn thing—well, most of it anyway—well, a lot of it—and I haven’t seen a single place where it says, “You have to have elections.” It’s an option, at best. And we all know that during national emergencies in the past, elections were canceled. Didn’t Abe Lincoln cancel the election? And FDR? Well, we’re in a national emergency now, right? With Biden’s emails proving he took money from Lukashenko and sold America out. Why the hell doesn’t the “paper of record,” the failing New York Times, report on that? Because they’re too busy with fake news about me.

Anyway, I love freaking everybody out by saying I might not have an orderly transition. Everybody’s so jumpy! Relax, people. Where’s your sense of humor? These Democrats are so serious all the time. “Oh, we need healthcare for everybody.” No you don’t! We already have too many poor people in this country. They’re everywhere. I see them sometimes when I’m traveling with my Secret Service detail. You can always tell a poor person. They’re so unkempt. Melania hates them. She spends hours every day trying to look her best, with her makeup and her hair and her fashion and accessories. She’s always saying, “Donald, I am the First Lady. I have to look gorgeous all the time.” Why can’t these poor people take the time to look good? Besides, they don’t pay taxes, most of them. They’re takers, not givers. Romney had it right about the 47%. He’s such a jerk, that Mittster. I can’t stand people like that. One of these days he’s gonna get what’s coming to him. In my second term, I’ll—

Well, they’ll find out. Election, shmelection, as Jared might say. Great kid. He’s as ruthless as me. Maybe more so. Ivanka chose well. I don’t know which one of them should succeed me. Maybe it should be Junior. Well, we have some time before I make that choice. We’ve been meeting, me and the family and Barr, planning our strategy. We can’t lose, let me tell you that. I’m not sure exactly how we’ll pull it off, but we have decision trees that include every possibility. There’s no way, repeat, no way I won’t be sworn in next Jan. 20. Maybe I’ll win outright, although my advisors tell me that’s unlikely. But I’ll definitely win the in-person ballots and there’s no way we’re going to allow mail-in ballots to count. Look at what just happened in Pennsylvania! The U.S. Attorney there, Freed, did exactly what he was supposed to do. I remember when I met with him to interview him for the appointment. He was so ambitious. I said, “Freed, I’m gonna appoint you on one condition: you owe me a favor. I don’t know when I’ll need it, but I will. And I’ll expect you to be there for me.” And he said, “Mr. President, you can count on me. For anything. Anything.” And it came a little sooner than either of us thought. Good boy, Freed.

And even if some mail-in ballots survive the onslaught of lawsuits we’ll throw at them, I still own the Electoral College. When they meet on Dec. 6, guess who’s gonna constitute 75% at least of them? Trump supporters, that’s who. I don’t give a fuck what the popular vote is in Wisconsin or Pennsylvania or Florida or Arizona or Michigan or anyplace else. I’m winning all those states. You heard it here, Dear Diary. Besides, by then, I’ll have my new nominee on SCOTUS. That gives me six guaranteed votes. If this stupid election lands up there, my Justices will see to it that I’m elected. And Democrats can just go shove their heads up their rear ends.

It’s good to be President, Dear Diary. So much power. And who knew that the Constitution is so easily manipulated? I can’t believe how previous Presidents failed to take advantage of its loopholes. Nixon should never have given up in 1960. Reagan came close to ignoring it, but in the end he was too timid, too cautious. Not me! Timidity is for losers. Fortune favors the bold. People say I cozy up to dictators. Well, hell yeah! Why not? Dictators are winners! And I’ve said it before, Donald J. Trump is not a loser. I don’t lose. Ever. I do what it takes to win, and if a fucking piece of paper, the Constitution, gets in the way, I tear it up and throw it in the garbage. And what the hell is anyone gonna do about it? The Senate Democrats? Don’t make me laugh. Pathetic Nancy “Pantsuit” Pelosi? I don’t think so. Biden? I’ll shred him next Tuesday, you’ll see. Sleepy Joe is gonna be Sloppy Joe when I get through with him. I’ve got shit on Hunter he won’t believe.

Well, gotta go. I’m playing golf with Tom Selleck and Lindsay. I love that Lindsay. My FBI got some nice little photos of him with another guy. Everybody’s always asking, “Why did Lindsay Graham get so tight with Trump?” Well, that’s why. He does my bidding, the same way I do Putin’s, and for the same reason: Vladimir’s got that videotape of me with the prostitutes in Moscow. Well, that’s okay. I understand how the game is played. This is the big time, not tiddlywinks. Donald J. Trump plays for the highest stakes in the world. And he wins.

Live on Election Night, from MSNBC


(MSNBC reports live on the election results with Rachel Maddow, Joy Reid, Nicolle Wallace and Steve Kornacki at the Big Board)

11:42 p.m.

RM: We’re getting important results right now. Let’s turn it over to Steve Kornacki. Steve?

SK: Rachel, this may be the most stunning call we’ve ever made here at NBC. We’re now projecting that Joe Biden has won the state of Texas and its 38 electoral votes. With 68% of the votes now tabulated, Biden leads Trump by 53.3% to 46.2%. If this projection holds—and we believe it will—it’s the first time since 1976 that the Democratic Presidential candidate has carried the Lone Star State, and an indication of just how fed up voters are with Donald Trump.

RM: Wow. Nicolle, what are you thinking?

NW: I’m keeping my eyes on Maine. Steve, any results there?

SK: Funny you should ask, Nicolle. The Associated Press is calling Maine for the Democratic senatorial candidate, Sara Gideon, which would mean longtime Republican Senator Susan Collins is out after 23 years. NBC News can’t confirm this just yet. Our analysts are working it.

Joy Reid: Well, if Collins is out, it’s hardly surprising. She’s been struggling in Maine for years for what I’d call her slavish devotion to Trump.

RM: Hold on a minute. I’m told—I’m told [tries to listen to her headphone] – we’re getting – let’s go back to Steve at the Big Board.

SK: Rachel, I can now report than NBC News is calling Pennsylvania, Michigan and Wisconsin for Joe Biden. The results all look like landslides. Look at this: in Wisconsin, which Trump won in 2016 by less than one percent, Biden is slaughtering the president, with almost 58% of the vote now counted. That gives Biden ten more electoral votes. Let me switch over to Michigan—if I can get this thing to work—oh, okay, there we go. NBC News is calling Michigan’s 16 electoral votes for Joe Biden. What’s interesting here, Rachel, is the suburban vote, which went for Trump by 8 points in 2016. This time around, they’ve flipped almost completely: for instance, the suburbs of Lansing went to Biden by nearly 40,000 votes, out of 70,000 cast. And wait for this—the big enchilada, Pennsylvania. With 20 electoral votes, we’re now calling it a Biden victory, and it’s not even close. Look at this—the former Vice President ahead by nearly a million votes.

JR: What’s the latest total electoral vote, Steve?

SK: Right, let’s switch over. Here we go. Keep in mind, these are the states we’ve already called. It’s Biden 186, Trump 74. But look at this. So Biden needs 84 more electoral votes to put him over the top. Where are they likely to come from? Well, now, all eyes are turning to Ohio, Texas, Georgia, Nevada and, obviously, Florida. But we don’t have anything yet. Back to you guys.

NW: This could be a long night.

JR: Lucky we have our coffee machine [all laugh].

RM: If it is a Biden blowout, then we’re going to be talking about the demise of Trumpism starting tomorrow morning.

JR: And possibly the demise of the Republican Party.

NW: It’s true. They put all their chips on Trump, and it’s beginning to look like they bet on the wrong guy.

RM: Sorry to interrupt, Nicolle. Another call. Steve?

SK: Another stunner, Rachel. Who would have believed this just a few weeks ago? Mitch McConnell, the Darth Vader of the Senate, the Republican Majority Leader, has been defeated in his bid for re-election to the seat he’s held since 1984. NBC News is calling Kentucky for the Democrat, Amy McGrath. This is a real mindblower, guys. Hang on a minute—we’re getting calls in fast and furious now—I’m trying to keep up—what? Okay, we have another Senate call, this time from Colorado, where NBC News is projecting the Democrat, John Hickenlooper, has defeated incumbent Cory Gardner in a lopsided race, 54.5% to 44.3%. This is a huge Democratic pickup.

NW: Steve, how many seats do the Democrats need to regain control of the Senate?

SK: Well, if they can pick off four Republicans and hang onto their 45 seats, plus the two independents who usually vote with them, they’ll take control. We’ve already called Maine and Colorado for the Democrats, so they’d need two. But the Democrat in Alabama, is in trouble. He’s currently trailing his Republican opponent by about 2 points. So the outcome for control of the Senate is in doubt.

JR: If Jones loses, then Democrats need to take three more states. Which ones are likely?

SK: Well, Arizona, obviously, where the incumbent, McSally, is in a tight race with the former astronaut Mark Kelly. And then you have North Carolina, whose Republican incumbent, Thom Tillis, is currently trailing Cal Cunningham, although by a razor-thin margin. And finally there’s Steve Daines in Montana, in a neck-and-neck race with his very popular Democratic challenger, Gov. Steve Bullock. If Arizona, North Carolina and Montana flip, then we’re going to be talking about Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer. But of course if Jones holds on in Alabama, then the Dems only need to take two of those states.

RM: Ladies, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for another espresso!

Nov. 4, 12:46 a.m.

RM: We’re still here. It now looks very much like control of the U.S. Senate will pass to the Democrats, who also have increased their majority in the House of Representatives from 232 to at least 248, for an absolute majority. But we’re still waiting for the presidential results.

NW: I can hardly believe Trump can pull this off. All the signs point to a Biden victory.

JR: Well, it ain’t over ‘til it’s over, right? Oh, wait a minute—this is huge—a big, big announcement. Let’s throw it over to Steve at the Big Board.

SK: This is the one we’ve been waiting for. NBC News is now projecting that the winner of the 2020 Presidential race is the Democrat, Joseph R. Biden, Jr. With Florida’s 29 electoral votes, his total now sits at 292, 22 more than the 270 required to win. And we still don’t know the results from seven other states all of which Biden is leading in. So we’re now announcing that America has elected its 46th President, Joseph Biden. He’ll be the oldest person ever elected President.

JR: Wow.

RM: Ditto that.

NW: This is an historic moment, guys. Let’s just take a moment to let it sink in.


RM: I’m reading this off a note my producer just handed me. President Trump just tweeted that the election, quote, “has been illegitimized by massive voter fraud, with the help of Chinese hackers. Your president—me—is not going to allow this travesty to be imposed on the American people.” Guys, it looks like what we’ve been talking about and worrying about for months may be in the process of happening: Trump refusing to recognize the results of the election.

JR: Now what?

NW: I think we’re going to find out soon enough…

Two suburban white couples chat about BLM


(George and Martha Jefferson and Will and Caitlyn Johnson are neighbors in the wealthy, privileged community of Dexter Mills. Their large, well-appointed homes abut; their children play together. On this occasion, George and Martha are sitting with the Johnsons in their backyard on a warm Summer evening, sipping Chardonnay and snacking on smoked salmon blinis with crême fraiche as they settle the problems of the inner cities.)

George: Frankly, they should defund the police. They get too much money anyway.

Will: I agree. All they do is kill Black people.

Caitlyn: And Brown ones too, sweetheart.

Will: Yes, and Brown ones.

Martha: I don’t understand why someone would want to be a policeman. I guess they just like shooting people.

George: Happiness is a warm gun.

Caitlyn: I was watching Rachel Maddow the other day and she said something about defunding the police being very good.

George: What did she say, exactly?

Caitlyn: I don’t remember, but she was in favor of it.

Will: Well, we have to take a stand. No justice, no peace. Say, George, how’s the remodeling coming?

George: Oh God, contractors. Don’t get me started. You know how it goes.

Caitlyn: When we re-did the kids’ play room they said it would take a month and it ended up being more like three.

George: Well, it will all be worth it, when we have the new addition and the sun deck.

Caitlyn (looking at her cell phone): Look, everybody! It’s breaking news. A Black man has been shot in the back someplace in Wisconsin!

Will: Not again!

Caitlyn: Apparently he was totally innocent and a white cop just walked up to him and shot him seven times.

George: That does it. I’m emailing Mayor Wallace immediately demanding the complete defunding of the Dexter Mills Police Department.

Martha (smiles): All three of them?

George: What the hell difference does it make? We don’t need them anyway. When’s the last time we needed a cop?

Martha: That time you saw a raccoon in the front yard and thought it was a mountain lion.

George (pours himself more Chardonnay): My point is, these racist cops have to get their knees off Black people’s necks. If we white people don’t stand up and demand justice, who will?

Caitlyn: It says here on Twitter that our local BLM group is organizing a protest rally tonight in Lincoln park. I think we should all go.

Martha: Oh, shoot. We’d love to, but George and I have our virtual mah jong game tonight on Zoom. We never miss it.

Caitlyn: Don’t you think that the life of a Black man is more important than a mah jong game?

Martha: Well, sure, but…I mean, two people more or less won’t make any difference.

Will: Every person makes a difference, Martha. You have to put aside your petty interests when it comes to these bigger things.

George: Look here, Will, you can’t be talking to Martha like that. It’s not her fault that cops are slaughtering Black men in droves.

Will: Mea culpa. You’re right. Besides (glances at Caitlyn), we were going to watch BlacKkKlansman on Netflix tonight.

Caitlyn: Oh, that’s right. But we could watch it tomorrow, instead.

Will: No, tomorrow we were going to watch The Last Black Man in San Francisco.

George: I heard that was really good.

Martha: Didn’t it win an Oscar?

George: I don’t think so. You’re thinking of Black Panther.

Caitlyn: Isn’t that the same as BlacKkKlansman?

George: Is it…?

Will: These blinis are really good.

Martha: Thanks. Smoked salmon is getting so pricey! Thirty-five dollars a pound at Grace’s Gourmet.

Caitlyn: Couldn’t you drive into Segovia and go to Trader Joe’s?

Martha: They’re closed and boarded up since the riots.

George: Damn shame the police are causing all this trouble. That’s why I say, defund them. The people in the inner city don’t need this constant harassment.

Caitlyn: I don’t think they’re all racist.

George (pouring another Chardonnay): Cops? Maybe not all of them. Might be a small handful, a very small one, aren’t. But most of ‘em are.

Will: Right. No justice no peace. (Reaches for the Chardonnay). Hon, the bottle’s empty. Got any more?

Caitlyn: I think there’s some Pinot Grigio in the fridge. That all right, sweetie? (She goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Everyone refreshes glasses.)

Will: Here’s to the Black people who are getting murdered.

Everyone: Cheers!

Martha: Speaking of Black people, Lateesha quit yesterday.

Caitlyn: Lateesha?!? Seriously? She’s been with you forever.

Martha: Four years. I know. It’s terrible. Nobody irons better than her.

Caitlyn: Well, our Shanice is looking for more work. Do you want to meet her?

Martha: Is she trustworthy?

Caitlyn: Why, certainly.

Martha: I’m so glad we’re in a position to provide economic opportunity to Black people.

George: Makes me feel good.

Will: All those years I spent in medical school didn’t go wasted if I can help somebody like Shanice.

Martha: Where does she live?

Will: Shanice? I’m not sure. In Segovia, right, hon?

Caitlyn: Funny, I never asked. I guess so. Don’t they all?

George: Was her neighborhood one of the ones that was burned down?

Will: Was it…?

Caitlyn: Umm…

Martha: More blinis, anyone?

Revealed: Democrats’ secret plan to destroy the suburbs!


I nearly got killed stealing these plans from the DNC. The office was guarded by Antifa Lesbians, a nasty bunch if ever there was one. You do not want to tangle with those gals!

The plan was developed at DNC headquarters in Washington, D.C. after Trump won in 2016, when suburban housewives who switched from Democratic to Republican provided Trump with his edge of victory. At a secret meeting, presided over by Hillary Clinton, the decision was made to launch the new plan:


The thinking was that the suburbs had to be eliminated as a source of Republican votes, in order to prevent Trump from winning re-election in 2020. Fifteen suburban areas, each adjacent to large cities, were specifically identified as Phase 1: Charlotte NC, Riverside CA, Orlando FL, Birmingham AL, Jacksonville FL, Phoenix AZ, San Antonio TX, Tampa-St. Petersburg FL, Tucson AZ, Fort Worth TX, Minneapolis MN, Cleveland OH, Pittsburg PA, Grand Rapids MI, and Las Vegas NV. In addition, forty smaller suburban areas were identified as “Phase 2.”

The plan, as drawn up in early 2017 shortly after Trump took office, was quite revealing in its aims:

“The goal of OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION is to thoroughly destroy the suburban areas of larger U.S. cities, in order to prevent them from voting Republican in future elections.” The plan stated that “all means necessary” would be used to further that objective. Among these were:

  1. Eliminating zoning ordinances that limit suburban development. In most cases, these had been limited to single-family homes or, at best, isolated one- and two-story condominiums. The new Democratic plan called for building “multi-story [up to 150-foot height limit] residential apartment dwellings, each housing hundreds if not thousands of people.”
  2. The plan further elaborated that “Rents on these new apartment buildings will be limited to make them affordable.” The theory was to “encourage” Black, Brown, LGBTQ, homeless people and other minorities “to flood the suburbs, in order to dilute the White population, since it is known that POC [People of Color] tend to vote Democratic.”
  3. A third tier of OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION was to shut down “all upscale commercial shops,” including boutique clothing stores, tanning parlors, expensive gyms, pricey restaurants and bars, and country clubs. The plan explained, “We do not want to make the suburbs attractive living places. We want to coarsen the suburban quality of life and drive it as low as is possible.”

At a clandestine meeting in March, 2018, Hillary Clinton was overheard telling the plan’s directors that “OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION is proceeding apace. The suburbs are disintegrating, just as we envisioned.” But by late 2018, the plan hit an unforeseen snag: suburban housewives had unexpectedly deserted the Republican Party in droves during the 2018 off-year elections, which gave Democrats historic gains in the House of Representatives. Suddenly, the Democratic Party had to figure out why the suburbs had reversed course. Was it because OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION was working? Or did the continuation of OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION impend disaster for the 2020 elections?

An intense internal debate ensued within the DNC. Party chairman Tom Perez argued that OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION had been successful in turning the suburbs around. Leftwing Socialist Democrats, such as Kamala Harris, countered that the Democratic switch in the suburbs was due to other factors, including Trump’s misogyny and pathological lying, which were turning off suburban housewives. The Perez view won: it was decided, not only to continue OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION, but to increase its tempo.

The new plan calls for:

  1. Importing hundreds of thousands of homeless people into the suburbs.
  2. Setting up homeless encampments in the wealthiest neighborhoods.
  3. Taxing wealthy suburbanites so their money can be redistributed to poor people.
  4.  Releasing violent felons from state prisons into the suburbs, where they will be given housing vouchers.
  5. Eliminating private and charter K-12 schools.
  6. Establishing secret Antifa training centers whose cadets will be taught how to loot, pillage and commit arson.
  7. Compelling homeowners to let poor people move in with them, even if they are unable to afford rent.
  8. The closure of all Churches, which will be replaced by Mosques.

As of now (Aug. 26), OPERATION SUBURBAN DESTRUCTION is surging ahead. Whether Trump wins or loses the election, one thing is clear: We are going to destroy the suburbs!

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