A Journal of Bigly Proportions
Quick, think of someone you know. Ideally, the very worst person you've ever known. Now imagine that person goes on to become President of the United States. Pretty surreal, right? Something you might want to document and journal for posterity, should the need ever arise to prove in an extraterrestrial court of law that this period of time was an actual part of our history, and not, say, something conjured up while tripping on bath salts, right? Right?
Shane Almgren figured out a while back that there are two types of people on this planet: those who love Donald Trump and hail him as the would-be savior of America...and those who aren't suffering from multiple concussions.
Once upon a time, Shane had the...um..."privilege" of working for The Donald at Mar-a-Lago. There, he had a front row seat to Trump's vapid, out-sized, cartoonish grandiosity, racism, misogyny, the non-stop boasts about insanely unethical (or even illegal) behavior; and the incessant, pathological lying. He also witnessed the mind-numbing incompetency Trump regularly deployed around the club to make tiny problems he had zero expertise in infinitely worse with his involvement. So, when Trump announced his [third] run at the presidency, Almgren decided he needed to warn all his friends and family on Facebook before the unthinkable happened.
Alas, the Universe had other ideas (landing Almgren in an 0–17 hole in his best-of-39 series against the Universe).
What is one to do when one of the most grossly incompetent, irredeemably stupid, unapologetically corrupt, reprehensibly vile and morally bankrupt figures America has ever managed to produce suddenly gets put in charge of everything...and half the population is happy about it? Why, you document every freaking moment of it in the most scathing, satirical manner possible, that's what!
Almgren also learned a long time ago that when life gives you lemons, you can either recite hollow platitudes and make lemonade…or you can shove those lemons down into a Tube Sock of Truth, whirl it around your head, and launch a full-frontal assault with your new improvised, citrus-based Street Weapon of Justice. (Plus, your sock ends up smelling all lemon-y fresh if you whack enough skulls with it, so, two birds…).
Laid out as a series of journal entries, and set over a period of 6 years, The Trumpland Diary is one man’s attempt to unpack the madness unfolding around him to friends and loved ones too caught up in the madness to pay any attention to what he had to say.
Half The Daily Show, half investigative reporting, half unbridled snark (and a third utter nonsense), The Trumpland Diary leaves no stone unturned in this sprawling, satirical, acerbic de-frocking of one of the most reviled characters in American culture. It uncovers and spotlights the lies, feuds, tweets, scandals, idiocy, affairs, bankruptcies, scams, frauds, grifts, swindles, back-dealings, corruption and nonsense that oozed from The Orange One as far back as the 1970’s. With blisteringly astute analysis, rapier-like wit, and a seemingly boundless supply of good humor, Almgren lays waste to the Myth of Trump and all that emanated from it: endless Right-wing culture wars, Republican cowardice, Evangelical hypocrisy (a former Evangelical himself), and Fox News.* Especially Fox News.*
The Trumpland Diary is equal parts hysterical, sobering, informative, insightful, and thought-provoking – a rip-roaring good time that'll leave you face-palming yourself is utter disbelief, and wondering how in the ever-loving hell anyone could've ever voted for this man.
(We already answered that puzzler up top: multiple concussions)