They chanted, “No, No, No,” like petulant toddlers.
And he began to stir.
Like summoning Bettlejuice with repetitive incantations or the toil and trouble chant from Macbeth, they beseeched their anointed leaders to reject all: immigrants, Muslims, health care for the sick and needy. They implored with rancor that we shun science, Mother Earth, those who identify as LGBT+.
And he rose from the scum, the muck.
They had no ideas, no thoughts, nothing that could move the people forward. They could only conspire against. And they did so with malice. They plotted against women, the poor, minorities and menaced the rest of the land with openly-carried assault weapons.
The clown prince of darkness showed his ugly, contorted visage, riding an escalator down to his poorly paid pretend partisans.
The world jeered. So did his own party. “We eschew responsibility for this monster we created.”
And he began to spew forth hatred. He parroted back all that had been hushed up, hidden by his party’s elite. A vast trainload of misplaced rage was now out in the vile open, rolling unstoppably down the tracks. Pandora’s boxcar.
He bellowed resentment against all the dumb losers who weren’t rich, white or male.
They tried to run away, but he just gained in strength. He was grim reaping what they had so hatefully sewn. Out in the bright sunshine, their evil beast roared with pompous hatred and shambled to the top of their popularity polls.
He was them; their words, their thoughts, their bigotry. He was their golem, brought to life by hatred.
And now he stalks the land. Will he be stopped? Can he be stopped?