“I Will Eat My Hat.”
So. Trump. Let’s talk about it. Again. Just for a little bit. Less than 250 words. I promise.
Ever since The Unthinkable Happened, the media have been rushing to mitigate the horror by insisting “Hey, maybe things won’t be so bad!” and “We have to give Trump a chance!” and prattling on about how he’s going to “Make America Great Again!” which, like. I don’t know, man. I’m pretty stoned as I write this, but I don’t understand what those four words even mean strung together like that. But, I guess it looks good on a hat, I suppose.
What words have we from the future Commander-in-Cheeto himself? Well, he claims he’s going to be a good president for all Americans. Oh?
Today, on this blog, I make a bet. A wager. A promise.
If Donald John Trump is, in fact, a “good president,” I will eat my hat.
But not just any hat.
tl;dr, if Donald Trump doesn’t fail at the presidency beyond our wildest fears and imaginations, I will swallow this tacky AF brass abomination. If, and only if, he doesn’t:
-ruin our healthcare and education system,
I will slit my throat from the inside on the metal brim of this bullshit POS.
Anyone wanna take me up on the bet?
You’re buying the damn thing.
$200 an ornament.
I feel pretty good about this bet.