When do we start the registration? When do we demand that all politidupes must register themselves in a national database? Would it be discrimination? Naw, purely an act of effeciency aimed at preservation of all the people who inhabit this planet, especially the ones who have brains and prefer to actually use them.
Registered politidupes will have to wear armbands that identify them. Aside from electro-monitoring the armbands, enforcement will be purely passive. Politidupes simply won’t be allowed to take up shelter space after the knee-jerk moron “leader” they chose takes a five-minute break from sucking his thumb to start a nuclear fucking war because he thought somebody might not be praising his every precious breath.
Sure, we’ll do the pluses. He’s making us know how lucky we are that Mexico has no interest in nuclear weapons. If he can summon his fallacious bully yarbles for just a little more self-absorbed, half-wit jackbooting, he can continue to wow us with even more deeply asinine, heartless, soulless, worthless, brainless hack-babble than he has already. Think of the wonders!
But what else can he do? With America already so great again, and their eternal hero having delivered on his every “bullieve me, bullieve me,” and as he promised, “very, very quickly,” what low-brow head-in-the-sand sycophant anywhere wouldn’t be proud to show vivid Trumpanzee colors, even in the evening afterglow that fades never more.
Identify them? That’s almost too easy. How real do we need to be? How resistant are even the most hyper-resistant to long absence of sanity, leadership, vision, wisdom, ethics, decency, truth? How can even the dullest “normal” human brain not start feeling the twinge of knowing self-disgust at every vapid defense of a nut-job monster whose daily succession of mindless diatribes is beneath belief?
Yeah, they want to stand up, be seen and be heard. They clearly love being duped and are exceedingly proud of it. Good. Let’s do it their way and make sure we know who they are, and let’s keep it that way until the sand turns to glass on their faces.