By Bryn-Kai Hendricks Canadians Against All Things Trump
AN ODE TO MAGA: MY APOLOGY
Dear MAGA,
I’m sorry I didn’t realize you existed until 9 years ago. I guess I wasn’t paying attention.
Then suddenly there you were.
Staring us all in the face, like a deer in headlights.
You being the headlights, speeding up and about to run us all over.
Then you had your four years, which came as a surprise to many.
But in spite of the time it took to count the votes, in 2020, most of us thought your time was up.
The world took a collective sigh of relief,
We tried to put those years behind us.
We all assumed that, as you watched J6, you felt as we did.
That things had become out of control.
POTUS was out of control.
Thankfully, whether you liked him or not, a new one was on the way.
Then we watched the hearings.
Heard the horror stories.
Listened to the dogma and spin.
And few of us were surprised by the findings in the end.
We watched as charges were laid in Atlanta.
Florida.
New York.
Again few of us surprised given the president’s reach and the varying jurisdictions that all of the illegal things he did had likely taken place in.
He sexually assaulted a woman.
More than one.
He grabbed them by the p*ssy.
More than one, I’m sure.
Recently we even discovered he got f*cked in the ass, not by the guy he demanded to do it, but instead by a wooden stake that had him leave in a medivac.
Perhaps this is why people keep reporting the smells, and the bulges on his leg that look like colostomy bags. But I digress.
He says Quiet, quiet piggy.
You laugh.
He says he has no check and balance other than his own morality, or lack thereof.
You cheer.
He sends campaign funds into his personal bank accounts.
You donate more.
He invades.
You want him to invade more.
He creates Operation Warp Speed for vaccines, then he gets one.
He promotes you not getting one.
You get sick.
Some of you die.
You go to another campaign rally.
He drapes the Oval Office in gold.
He sells shoes.
He sells phones.
He autographs bibles.
You praise his name.
He adds tariffs that cost you money.
You buy more shoes.
Phones.
Bibles. Ever read one?
He raises the price of consumer goods.
You buy more.
He breaks elections laws.
You vote for him again.
Court after court,
Republicans judge after Republican judge.
They all shut him down.
You wait for him to go to his personal SCOTUS.
The scrotum.
He denies food stamps to the hungry.
You watch the churches feed them instead.
He kills climate initiatives.
You drive more. Buy more cars.
He mines your data from government computers.
You buy another MAGA hat.
He complains about not winning a Nobel Peace Prize.
You applaud as he borrows someone else’s and claims it as if he was awarded it himself.
He fires hard working military service men and women who risked their lives for you as trans members of the army or navy.
You shout obscenities at them.
Elon Musk tweets about him being a pedophile.
You bring your kids closer to him.
A woman gets shot in the face after taking her kids to school.
You call her a dyke and rejoice in her death.
He violates every commandment among the ten.
You dismiss all ten as Democratic spin.
Yet, you wave your Bible around for everyone else to adhere to.
He holds his upside down or won’t put his hand on it to swear his oath.
He promises you $2000 cheques.
They never come. You don’t care.
He arrests your neighbours.
Your nanny.
Your kid’s friends at school.
He puts them in concentration camps in El Salvador.
They are beaten.
Bloodied.
Tortured.
You smile.
MAGA, when I think about all these things…
What America has become.
Your impact on the country.
When I cry at night about where things are headed.
How long it is going to take for the next generation of kids to learn its own lessons, implement them, and for that to have a meaningful impact on the country and the world, for the good.
When I grieve over the lost lives.
The torn families.
The tattered friendships.
The relationships that will never exist again.
I realize I owe you an apology.
Because I underestimated you.
I dismissed you as fringe.
I was wrong.
You deserve a lot more attention than that.
The whole world should have its eyes on you.
Listening to every word you have to say.
The world should ponder every point you make.
Every argument you throw out.
We should look at how you dress.
How you speak.
What you say and how say it.
What you don’t say and how you don’t say it.
We will all be silent as you do those things. So we don’t miss a word.
You should be fed.
With a roof over your head.
Some heat.
A bed of some kind.
You should be given ample time to tell your story.
And you should be heard. By all of us.
Because when you have those things.
And you have your last turn.
MAGA, we all need to know.
Whatever were you thinking?
Whatever ARE you thinking?
You don’t need to answer just yet.
You will have ample time.
Because the comfort of a jail cell and a court room are already being prepared for you.
So we can all listen to you with bated breath.
But it won’t be you to have the last word, I’m afraid.
No, indeed the final word belongs to us.
We the people.
We the world.
Eagerly waiting to hear that one last word roll off the court’s tongue.
“Guilty.”
Indeed, your time is coming.
Tick. Tock.
Sorry.
Not sorry.
