Had Charles Dickens been alive today, this might have been his reflection of our 2026 midterm election results: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going directly to heaven, we were all going directly to hell."

Then came November 3, 2026, followed by sixteen grueling weeks of unending bloodshed, with 33,325,125 Americans wounded, maimed, hospitalized with dangling broken arms and legs; emergency rooms for those whose body parts had been shot, knifed or blown up; buckets of gouged out eyeballs, sliced, diced and severed tongues; streets and private homes with millions of broken and knocked out teeth; six human heads; and all of these atrocities were minimal compared to the frequent beheadings and the 666,666 murdered Americans! God Bless the NRA!

Finally, however, the Supreme Court ruled in an 8-1 decision with Justice Clarabell Thomas casting the lone dissent, accordingly the fucking Orange Monster's reign of terror, hatred and fear was over as the court verified the election returns: Democrats picked up 16 Senate seats, which when combined with their existing 45 and two independent seats gave them 63 of the 100 votes. And the House membership was even more significant: with 350 Democrats and a mere snively, weeping, bleary eyed 85 Republicans all of whom burned every MAGA hat. those disgusting Mormon-inspired MAGA jockey shorts, the women's bras with the embossed lettering COME AND DRINK MAMA'S MILK BIG BOY, and everything orange in their hovels-for indeed there were few homes left in Red America-the fascists had fought to the bitter end there-blowing up their own homes, setting fire to MAGOTS who refused to continue their anarchy. Some of the brick homes remained standing but by and large pits built their houses of straw or wood and those were the Maggots who died with this phase on their lips: FAKE NEWS!

After both houses tried the frumpy frump himself: Donald for his criminal activities and near destruction of our Republic. Accordingly. an arrest warrant was signed and a team of highly untrained cops was dispatched to seek out and capture or annihilate the weasel himself: Donald Judas Trump.

It took four days for that team of Bozos to track down the oinking pink-assed pig but he finally discovered cowering in the White House's sub-basement woman's bathroom crying over a photo of Hilary Clinton with his words inscribed in his famous handwriting: You Fucking Broad!

Trump was sobbing, blubbering, crying, pissing himself and acting quite normal ranting like a three-year old girl when he was captured, and put in fresh diapers by the crew of 'The Light of the World' garbage truck employees.

Then the Real News Outlets showcased the sobbing howling screeching monkey-like bimbo X Pres into the compactor section of their trash truck-where he shit himself every hour on the hour during the infinitesimally long truck ride over the bumpiest back roads to Sing Sing Prison in New York-where, the orange monster was at first delighted because he assumed he would, he assumed, after all those years attempting to sing or even to read music, be a master singer within days of his confinement-assuming he was given or could deliver deep vocal lessons from morning to night as he mumbled, "Big Boy sing, sing, big boy sing!" This behavior lasted for ten days as the orange prison suited 'Little Oinky Pig" (the name given him by his fellow inmates) was placed in the General Population for them to 'enjoy' as the oinky piggy boy literally lost 213 pounds. His eyes were bleary, of course, because he had gone without sleep for most of the past few months until finally oink man was rescued by a covert operation headed by the Joe Biden Foundation to House the Needy, so one of Biden's 1957 Ford trucks picked him up and tossed him in the back where the little piggy was bounced up and down on even more of the bumpiest roads in the state of New York, to the Hillary Clinton 66,666 seat stadium where he was forced to ascend to his Golden Toilet Throne.

Meanwhile, each of the former Maggots who had successfully graduated from the Maggot Rehabilitation Center (paid for through the now defunct Build A Wall on the Southern Border Foundation), was given a pound of rotten tomatoes and a bag of horseshit along with air canons to fire up at the oinky piggy on his golden throne atop that stage-and yes, Trump's gold toilet had been taken along with him-although it had no plumbing. Teenie weenie itsy bitsy brainless Marco Rubio and JD Vinny the Uncut, both wearing a clown's hat and both were then nailed by their foreskins and fleshiest parts of their thighs and arms to the movable wooden floor underneath the glorious Golden Throne as their ears were hammered firmly (again by monkeys) as the crowd erupted to rapturous delight and hoots and hollers and the nail b banging monkeys pranced up and down the staircase back and forth to pound in a nail and then return and bang it again and again, bang, thump, bang, bang, harder and harder into the wooden floor, which slowly moved from right to left so both JD and the Little Rube could enjoy eating a fair share of Trump's excrements directly from their idol.

FOX News covered the event with their worldwide coverage and made a fortune in the process but sadly they were sued and lost their entire empire, the trillions of dollars of which were donated to various charities including the unwed mothers fund of South Carolina; the Lost Legs Legion of Los Alamos, the Foundation to restore live radio broadcast for the blind; the dance your ass off marathons in which competing couples danced their asses off around and around Mar a Largo-in the samba, the tango and the flamingo. Cleverly enough, one of the couples began clapping and shouting clap clap clap stand up if you have the clap and the crowd went wild. The winners were none other than the flamingo clap dancers: Sally Worthington and Nicholas Sparks of Sarasota Florda who ended up owning Mar a Largo-they lost it, however, in a tax foreclosure seizure the following year. The wrecking ball is currently destroying it all and God willing it will be turned into an alligator swamp into which any remaining unrelenting maggots shall be tossed.

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Now back to the Hillary Clinton Arena-the scaffold upon which the piggy orange creature and his throne were placed was 27 feet above the stage so that the 38 cameras could record each drip, each drop and each ooze of sweat. Peggy Ann Murdock, an ardent Fox News fan, was the MC.

And God how those former icy men and Maggots screamed and chortled in glee as the event began. There were thunderous shouts of "Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump," only briefly interrupted by the looks of horror on JDs and Little Marco's faces as their swollen distended lips chugged whatever befell and the pain of their nailed foreskins began to sink in.

Meanwhile, Trump was prodded with sticks held by pre-pubescent young boys and girls who would poke in all those delightful places we've all dreamt of poking and then smack his ass every time he farted-which was about once a minute for the entire 23-hour performance. Ancient Romans watching men being devoured by lions would have been amazed about the effects of this marvelous American technology that could replay and freeze the scene of each biting episode.

The crowd of course was small compared to the worldwide TV audience and even Xi and Putin had it aired to show their people the horrors of what happens to dickless taters like Trump in a land where voting, and freedom had been curtailed because those ignorant Americans had a Constitution guaranteeing freedom to commit any liberty, any atrocity against any minority and be praised for it-so unlike the safe gun-free world of Russia and China.

There was one extremely delightful moment, however, when Jimmy Adams, a victim of Trump's earliest sexual abuse, was given Sparklers which he lit and shoved deep up the Orange Monster's disgustingly stinky flabby ass skin Jimmy then lit it, had his photo taken for the adoring crowd and Trump's behind sparkled with tiny flicks of flame shooting in and up and around his disgusting farty old ass Then 100 kids were given this privilege each evening and each posed as their photo was taken the moment they lit their special sparkler and giggled and clapped their little hands together as one by one each of the 100 erupted in glorious Stinky Stygian flames as though to eradicate the indentation of McConnell's lips that had kissed, sucked and licked Trump's ass so often and so adoringly

The fire department ordered a safety protocol and Ali Kharmenei, the ayatollah of Iran and Brazil's President Bolsonaro-donated tons of water guns so the crowd could fill them with piss and spray Trump as the sparklers erupted in all their sparkling glory, a 150 piece orchestra performed Tchaikovsky's Fifth as the crowd clapped along with the musical beat and canons were placed next to Trump's ears, while the boys below (with earmuffs) rammed the Orange Monster's ass with those smoldering canon ramrods as soon as they were ejected. And OMG, the 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhhs' and shouts of glee that erupted from that stadium and from nearly everyone at home around the world was deafening. If you listen carefully, you can hear them now: Trump, Trump, Trump, Rump, Rump, Rump, Dump, Dump, Dump until the shit poured out of the beast's asshole.

President Xi loved this procedure so much that he adopted it as the main form of public execution. Off the record, it has been rumored that Xi smirks and cums in his pants each time he witnesses this process.

Within days, the United Nations, NATO and 157 countries passed legislation that made all those convicted of sexual crimes be given 'the magnificent and glorious Donald Trump 21 canon salute,' and this ceremony is now part of the world's culture, celebrated on national holidays' at almost all gay and transgender's weddings, and sometimes even at bar and bas mitzvahs, however the main celebration always centers around a sailor's first shore leave where the whores line up dressed as bloated crying sobbing Donnie Trumps, their pussy and assholes shaved and ready for anything a sailor wants to give them deep and hard.

The first weekend of Little Balls, Tiny Dick Donnie Judas Trump's punishment, however, was merely a precursor to his 136-year prison sentence. Drat, you thought he was going to get off easy? Didn't you? You thought the Orange Gila Monster would more than likely drop dead in a day or so but hell no. HELL NO! Can't you hear those reformed maggots shouting, "Hell no, we won't go, show the bastard where to go!"

That chant was a pitiful beginning to what would become a century and half of torture and torment for the orange monster because the magnificence of the world's scientific minds all worked together and within 24 hours, they produced a Trump shot made of a serum of snot, mold, fugus, and pig shit. Then they had it melted until its 13 secret ingredients and a drop of mercury were added to each shot. This serum was then inserted with a foot long needle directly into that tiny itsy-bitsy trump penis and was powerful enough to keep the Orange Monser alive for one more gloriously pain-filled day-day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year for all eternity.

Lucifer rejoiced had that he'd be able to use it in hell but sadly that devil would never get his hands around Judas Trump wiener because millions of Americans needed Trump's humor to last forever-and remember, Trump never proved he had graduated from elementary school, let alone high school or college, so his only claim and "right" to power was that he was an entertainer-a sick one, a perverted one, a godless one, but Trump was the only man who could made the world laugh, and literally made all of us erupt every night at midnight (Washington, DC time) as we hooted and hollered in glee watching that thick long needle slowly being shoved up the dickless wonder's teeny tiny pee pee by an untrained chimpanzee named Bow Bow. The laugher far exceeded anything Trump could have imagined but midnight was also the hour when the cannoneers needed to practice their blasting, so poor pitiful cruel bastard that he is, frumpy dumpty Trump was unable to hear the people laugh-and that killed only possible moment of happiness.

And, of course, each nation had to outdo each other by creating more and more cruel and unusual punishments. The cartel in Venezuela was the first to fill the vacuum by sending unrefined oil for the Orange Monster to ingest through an enema tube shoved up his bloated and ugly-as-sin asshole by Mongo, a white gorilla who was trained superficially for the task. I say superficially because Mongo as off target 99% of the time and had to jab and jab and jab-well get the picture. Thus, Mongo became the inspiration for the creation of Camp Laxaway (Part 3)-and if you have not already guessed, that was where the X-president was given a sufficient dose of laxative day after day to keep him running in more ways than one. Sadly, two unrelated events occurred because of this. One: Trump's Golden Throne became his Brown Cesspool and Two: Trump's addlepated mind conceptualized that he was running for office again-instead of just running, Nevertheless, Trump's only words became: "I'm President, I'm President. I'm Pres-"

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