It’s well-known by all literate people that I am not a fan of the Great Orange Cyka-Elect. (Look it up, it’s a Russian word, and it’s hilarious) But now, he has reached the subjective and fabled land of TOO FAR.
On December 14th, I asserted copyright over the word “Unpresidented.” The context was the vain hope that the Electoral College would do what it was designed to do–rescue us from a Nazi-enabling rapist who’s already in bed with the Russians. They didn’t. Of course there are great arguments on both sides of this, none of which I’m going to detail here.
Because that’s not the point of this post.
The point is that Drumpf stole my word. Funny, since I rarely consider myself rich enough to rob. His stupid misspelled Tweet that inadvertently turned MY word into a hashtag has stolen my internet thunder, hasn’t it? Okay, no it probably hasn’t. It’s still hilarious though. I should probably just be happy that he didn’t put my beautiful word in the same Tweet as a white supremacist or a lady unfavorably rated with Drumpf’s numeric system that lets us all know which chicks he’d sexually assault if there were no cameras. But I digress.
“Unpresidented” is my word. My word. Mine! Down down, go go, mine. *jumps up and down like Daffy Duck during a tantrum*
Besides, once Drumpf is impeached or resigns in a huff because some high school newspaper criticized his latest racist speech–we can all use the word “Unpresidented” again. Hope to see you all then. 😉Tags: !, america, irks, scribing