Social Media Rants on Donald Trump: Shouting into the Social-Media Ether

Every day, there’s someone new on social media detailing a fully furnished fantasy about the death of President Trump, and it’s always the same woman: absurd eyewear whose size and color somehow tell you there are 37 bumper stickers on her Subaru; a haircut that’s either the “I want to speak to the manager” cut or bohemian frizzy locks or spiky Kool-Aid hues; strenuously insincere sing-song speech with busy-finger gesturing and pointing; rude shifts to manufactured anger complete with wide-eyed psycho-killer smiles, and, of course, a lanyard with her work badge from a school or hospital. This genus and species, Americanus Tiktokus, is often found screaming in her car, explaining how she hopes it happens. And IT, of course, is the quietus of Trump.

I saw one the other day in which the woman was hoping that when IT happened, there weren’t too many trained medical people around. Tee hee! Another said she vacillated between hoping IT happened overnight, so she could wake up to the grand news, or hoping IT happened during the day so she could text all her friends and celebrate the . . . the ascension of JD Vance to the presidency, I guess.

Every day, there’s someone new on social media detailing a fully furnished fantasy about the death of President Trump, and it’s always the same woman: absurd eyewear whose size and color somehow tell you there are 37 bumper stickers on her Subaru; a haircut that’s either the “I want to speak to the manager” cut or bohemian frizzy locks or spiky Kool-Aid hues; strenuously insincere sing-song speech with busy-finger gesturing and pointing; rude shifts to manufactured anger complete with wide-eyed psycho-killer smiles, and, of course, a lanyard with her work badge from a school or hospital. This genus and species, Americanus Tiktokus, is often found screaming in her car, explaining how she hopes it happens. And IT, of course, is the quietus of Trump.

I saw one the other day in which the woman was hoping that when IT happened, there weren’t too many trained medical people around. Tee hee! Another said she vacillated between hoping IT happened overnight, so she could wake up to the grand news, or hoping IT happened during the day so she could text all her friends and celebrate the . . . the ascension of JD Vance to the presidency, I guess.