Tim Minchin has never written a song about Donald Trump, but he did write one about the Pope and it’s basically the way I feel about Trump so I suppose it’ll do.
Instead of being pissed about popes fucking boys just replace “pope” with “Trump” and “boys” with “women.”
Also, this Minchin Monday comes to you on Tuesday because my daughters have been vomiting for two days and I wound up vomiting yesterday, bringing the total vomit output of my household to gallons and the total number of laundry loads processed in three days to fifteen.
Fifteen goddamn loads of laundry.
And ninety percent of the times I vomited it was because I was scrubbing chunks of someone else’s vomit out of my carpet. So. Try not to puke when you’re scrubbing up someone else’s puke. I admire mothers who can do it.
I’m not one of them.
It could also be the fucking sexual offender we’re being told to stop crying about. As a woman who’s survived sexual assault you’ll forgive me if I don’t tolerate a single word that comes out of his disgusting mouth, nor accept his authority. He has none. He’s a disgusting piece of garbage and he deserves every ounce of hatred being thrown at him. The only hope I continue to have is that change has historically come from large groups of angry people with legitimate complaints so. Hopefully in this case history will repeat itself.