Triumph of Trumph

The towering presence of Mein Trumpf.

The towering presence of Mein Trumpf.

One Voter’s Opinion:

I do not want Donald Trump to be our next president, but I predict that he will be. He will bulldoze Hillary Clinton in November.

Plain and simple.

I know; I know—Hillary has history on her side. She’s going to win.

Well, friends, Hillary Clinton’s support is a mile wide and an inch deep, and after a debate or two with the Donald, she’ll be a sinker.

Down for the count.

Sorry, Hillary fans.

She cannot and will not beat Donald Trump.


I wish Bernie Sanders could and would win in November.

But the Democratic Party ain’t gonna let that happen.

Yeah, I’m feelin’ the Bern, and I will certainly vote for him in November if he accepts the invitation from the Green Party to run as their candidate. And, if he doesn’t, why then I’ll vote for whomever the Green Party puts on the ballot. Not as a protest vote, but as a vote. One man; one vote.

But getting back to my prediction that Donald Trump will win in November. I have a $1 bet with my dear wife Natalie on behalf of the Donald. She says no way is Hillary going to lose to him.

But she was wrong in 2008 when I correctly predicted that a freshman senator from Chicago was going to win the nomination and the general election. She didn’t believe me then, and she doesn’t believe me now, and I do wish she were right.

But, in this case, she’s not.

It’s all Donald all the way in 2016.

And why do I say that?

A gut feeling really, and, yes, I do live in that buckle on the Rust Belt known as Michigan.

Folks are fed up with both parties. Folks are fed up with Hillary and Billary and their ilk. They don’t want no more of their empty promises and selling out to Wall Street.

And when Donald Trump says he’s going to make America great again, that resonates here in the heartland where all the good manufacturing jobs have been shipped overseas. He may be blowing smoke up our butts, but he’s spot-on with his message.

It resonates, and come, November; the oh-so-clever pundits are going to be chewing on their sleeves in disgusted wonder as the Donald gives his victory speech.

They didn’t think he’d last a week or two in the primaries, and look where he is now.

He knocked that bowl of rotten fruit that was the Republican field right off the table. Stomped ‘em all good.

Americans love that.

And we—well, a majority of us—are gonna elect him president come November.

Will that make America great again?

Who knows?

I doubt it, but I have no doubt about the outcome of the forthcoming election.

I picked the winner in 2008, not because I liked him or his message or believed a word he was saying, but because he had the right message for the right time.

And so it will be with the Donald.

There you have it, and please leave your dollar bills in your pocket.

I don’t need your money, and I don’t want it, not on Election Day or anytime after.

Trust me: we’re all going to need every last devalued dollar and cent in the years to come, come what may, and what may come—no, what will come—will be the continued collapse of the soufflé known as the United States of America.



About charleymckelvy

Charles McKelvy lives and writes in southwest Michigan with his wife and fellow writer, Natalie McKelvy. They established the Dunery Press in 1988 in order to publish their own fiction. They continue to do so to this day. Charles McKelvy is an Eagle Scout.
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2 Responses to Triumph of Trumph

  1. bluestempond says:

    I like hearing your opinion, but I despair that what you suppose might happen. If only we had another choice!

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