These last few months have been stressful to the entire country. We have been subjected to the antics of the Great Orange Despot, the Number One Winner, Captain America-First himself: Donald J. Trump. Over this time period, I have had ample time to contemplate some of the things that I would do, give, or sacrifice if only to see this man impeached from the White House.
I have determined that I would:
- Stick a nail underneath my toenail, then proceed to kick the wall.
- Listen to nothing but country music for two straight years.
- Camp at the top of Mount Everest for one month.
- Run for president myself (and endure every ridiculous facet of the American political process).
- Eat nothing but oatmeal for six months (and I hate oatmeal even more than I hate the nuances of politics).
- Sit quietly in a room full of extremely conservative people as they discuss social issues.
- Give up my phone for one month.
- Make that two months.
- Make that a whole year, if that’s what it will take.
- Take an oath of silence for three weeks, which is about 30,225 minutes past my limit.
- Fend for myself on Mount Charleston for three whole days.
- Watch 10,000 terrible movies in a row.
- Chew shards of glass.
- Walk barefoot through a room full of Legos.
- Walk barefoot through a room full of Legos that have been heated by hot coals.
- Chain myself to the front of the White House, and take the consequences.
- Go to jail for an indefinite amount of time (probably for chaining myself to the White House).
- Deign to actually meet Trump.
- Look him in his beady eyes.
- And stare at his orange face.
- And touch his small, greedy hands in a handshake.
- And smile.
Just to see him impeached.