A Bathroom full of boxes

I admit - I didn’t have a chandelier shitter full of nuclear secrets on my dystopian BINGO card, but here we are.

I think we can all agree that it’s been a wild few days. I mean, I know that life can often come at us pretty fast, but I confess, I wasn’t ready for ‘he got a target letter’ to ‘he’s been indicted’ to ‘holy shit, he was hoarding our most closely guarded National security secrets in his FUCKING BATHROOM!!??’

It’s been A LOT to unpack, as if truly unpacking all of this is even remotely possible. (A former reality tv game show host and one term president turned coup plotting, insurrection inciting, nuclear secret stealing (bathroom storing) criminal defendant is kind of a lot to navigate. It’s not as if there’s like a roadmap for this shit). It’s all pretty shocking and yet, in the age of trump, it’s also utterly unsurprising when you really think about it.

Take that chandelier shitter for instance. Who among us doesn’t have not one, but TWO chandeliers in our bathrooms? But seriously, that pic encapsulates Trump perfectly. Upon first glance it looks “posh”. The marble floors. The ornate crystal chandelier. And then when you look just a little bit closer, you notice the cheap ass shower curtain rod. And of course, there’s the boxes. Boxes and boxes, even shower boxes. There is this whole pretense of opulence and wealth and power and success surrounded by cheap corners cut, and piles upon piles of shit he shouldn’t have. Each one of them representing a crime. A crime donald trump thought he was entitled to commit.

Crimes he STILL thinks he was entitled to commit. Well, to be fair, there exists exactly zero crimes he doesn’t think he’s entitled to commit but I digress.