#trumpscaresme

[sns112]

So people are really voting for him? Really? Really?

[lcoatti]

Has a scare on my run today. #runnerseyeview #pamelasmile #trumpscaresme

[sns112]

It tastes like shit. Nobody cares but me. From sea to shining sea the country is filling with slag, shale, and used-up automobile tires. The fruited plain is coated with insecticide and chemical fertilizers. Even pure horseshit is hard to come by these days. They add preservatives. You don’t find fish in lakes and rivers anymore. You have to catch them in cans. Towns die. Oil spills. Money talks. God listens. God is good, a real team player. “America the Beautiful” isn’t: it was all over the day the first white man set foot on the continent to live. The Fuggers were all right as long as they stayed in Germany: then they sent their mothers here. Depreciating motels, junked automobiles, and quick-food joints grow like amber waves of grain. The faces of the rich and the poor age from nativity into the same cramped, desiccated lines of meanness and discontent. Women look like their husbands. God had no computer. He had to use clay, which was hard to work with, and a human rib, which was a little easier. God was just and fairly ambitious, but in a rudimentary way. He had to use the flood once (He couldn’t think of smog or nerve gas) and fire and brimstone. People between rich and poor radiate uneasiness. They don’t know where they belong. I hear America singing fuck off.

Something Happened by Joseph Heller