Tonight's of
those nights when it’s worrying to check the Internet.
I can't bear the thought of waking up to the news that Trump is US
president. I can’t even understand how we’ve reached the point when a man with
such obvious glaring faults and ignorance could be the best Republican
candidate. I watched all three presidential debates and it was painfully
evident that he’s incapable of making a cogent point; his sentences veer this
way and that without reaching an end that relates to their beginning. He’s a
bully, a sexist and a fantasist, who needs to be told that the true meaning
of the word ‘rigged’ isn’t just 'something you don't agree with'.
I only hope
the people of America see sense, but then I’d hoped the same with us during the EU referendum. That happened to land on the same
day as a Mostly Comedy with the left-leaning Norman Lovett and Stewart Lee on
the bill, which lulled me into a false sense of security, only to wake the
following day to a shitstorm of a result; apparently the sound-bite “take back
control” meant more to the 51.9% who voted to Leave than any facts and figures
thrown at them.
Perhaps the only
positive potential by-product of the Brexit debate is it might make any
apathetic US citizens who are considering staying at home rather than voting
for Hillary to get out and make their vote count. Each one matters. We
can’t let a coiffured cunt with a penchant for back-combing and hair lacquer
one of the most powerful people on the planet. I tell you what's most terrifying of all: he makes his UK Apprentice counterpart Alan Sugar look like a well-rounded individual.