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“So what I really want you to do is pretend, please, that I’m on the ballot. Just come and vote. It’s so important.”
President Donald J. Trump to his MAGA
faithful
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November 1, 2026: I see where Republican leaders are predicting success in the voting on Tuesday.
I am highly skeptical, because I am not a nincompoop, and I have been diligently studying the polls. I know, for example, that Donald Dumpling has never really been popular with the American people. At no time, during his first term, did he ever have a net positive approval rating in the aggregated polls.
NEVER.
(Now, I’m pretty sure the First Lady doesn’t even like him.)
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Trump asked voters to vote as if he were on the ballot. Seventy million Americans took that as a threat. |
People forgot what a giant asshole he was during the Biden Years, and Joe had his health and memory problems. That allowed Donald to win a second term and, briefly, he enjoyed a net positive approval rating.
From January 20 until March 12, 2025, his approval rating was higher than his disapproval rating.
(50 days)
Then the long slide began. On July 7, 2025, his aggregated disapproval rating topped 50% again and has remained at least that high ever since. By March 17, 2026, that negative rating had topped 55%. On October 1, his negatives topped 60% for the first time and have remained elevated since.
Meanwhile, the bottom dropped out of his support. True, the racists remained in his camp. I do not mean to say that all his supporters are racists; but there can be no doubt that Donald has always had the KKK voter demographic sewed up.
Yes, I know plenty of excellent people who still approve of the president.
I just don’t understand why. By May 17,2026, his approval ratings had dropped below 40% and have never recovered.
That is a recipe for disaster
on November 3.
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11/2/26: With just one day left to pull off a miracle, we can report that Donald’s disapproval numbers have, on average, just dropped below the 60% mark. He’s still in deep dookie with voters, at least if you believe the polls.
(Which I do – because I’m educated, and I can grasp simple math.)
We also know that Republicans
running for Congress and in other races are facing gale-force winds, if, again,
you believe the polls. If Democrats are truly running almost nine points ahead
with voters, on the Generic Ballot (that is: which party do voters hope will
control the next Congress), then expect a rout tomorrow night.
11/3/26: For the President of the United States, Tuesday evening must have been hard, like watching your favorite football team choke during the championship game and get beat 41-10. Insiders soon reported that Donald stayed upstairs in his private White House residence. Alone with his thought and … yes … his hot young, blonde aide, “Lucious Natalie” Harp.
Somehow, the president and his top administration officials and aides had convinced themselves that the night would bring glorious news. But the vote totals were grim from the start – and only glorious for democracy all that night.
The First Lady was nowhere to be seen – which is kind of a theme during The Dumpling’s second term. Cabinet members who had gathered for celebration left food for a party untouched, appetites ruined. Some genius had decided to cater food from the Cheesecake Factory, a dig at former-President Obama, who had mocked Donald’s redecorating of the Oval Office as something that looked like “Saddam Hussein meets the Cheesecake Factory.” Now no one felt like touching the snacks. As one White House insider later admitted to reporters, it was “a dark scene.”
With crushing results piling up,
with every update of the votes, many of the top cabinet officials checked their
watches and headed home early to bed.
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"Lucious Natalie" is seen with Trump ten times more often than the First Lady. |
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At a humble home in Glendale, Ohio, it was a far different scene, not dark at all. My wife and I enjoyed chips and dip and drank copious quantities of wine.
At least, I did.
Around 8 p.m. as I watched the blue numbers pile up, I told her, “We’re killing Trump. I’m almost sure we’ll take the Senate, now.” The House was a done deal, almost as soon as the counting commenced.
Anne is a worrier and headed to bed around 11, still unconvinced. I had no doubt. By that time, upstairs at the White House, I had to imagine, “Lucious Natalie” was giving Donald a neck massage. Polling had already show that Trump’s choice for the U.S. Senate, from North Carolina, Michael Whatley was doomed. Indeed, he got crushed by almost twenty points. So that was one win for us; and we only needed to flip four Senate seats to take control. It was soon clear that voters had removed Susan Collins in Maine and Jon Husted in Ohio from their seats. Sherrod Brown, with votes from myself and my wife, would return to Washington, just two years after losing his own seat. So, we needed Texas to send James Talarico along, and while the pre-election polls showed voters probably would, this was Texas, and Democratic hopes had been repeatedly crushed before. But I watched the returns in disbelief. Not only were voters preparing to send Talarico to D.C., they were about to remove Greg Abbott, the governor of Texas, from his seat. It just kept getting better, and I stayed up until 3 p.m. to savor the slaughter. Texas went blue – the entire state – as Latino voters rebelled against the cruelty of the Trump administration’s immigration policies and returned to the Democratic fold.
The blue tide swept out every
statewide Republican candidate up for a new term. I could hardly credit my eyes
or believe what I was hearing.
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Trump toadies kept telling the president that a red wave was coming. |
In Kansas, Pastor Adam Hamilton, ousted the incumbent U.S. senator – meaning the wide-open prairies would be represented by a Democrat for the first time since 1932. Iowa went from bright red to blue and we claimed yet another Senate seat. A Democratic candidate for U.S. Senate, a Muslim American, won in Michigan, despite the best efforts of right-wing haters to spread fear of terrorism and Sharia law.
Donald told his supporters to vote like he was on the ballot and repeated that line dozens of times during the campaign.
But even playing the transgender card failed this time. Where he might label Annie Andrews, the Democratic choice for Senate from South Carolina as “Trannie Annie,” voters considered the conditions of their own lives. Donald had essentially anointed the sister of Lindsey Graham to fill his seat after he died, and to be the choice of the GOP in the election on Tuesday night. Voters rejected Darlene Graham.
By the time I climbed the steps of our home and tucked myself in, it was clear. We had routed the Republicans across this great land. We had 54 seats in the U.S. Senate and looked on pace to win at least 230 seats in the U.S. House, needing only 51, and 218, respectively to control the legislative branch.
But there was even more blue (possibly) to come. Our Senate candidate in Mississippi, Scott Colom, who I had never heard of before, had a 28-vote lead – out of more than 900,000 votes.
And Colom was African American.
And this was Mississippi. I
remembered what it was like in the 1960s, and I first began to establish a
loyalty to the Democratic Party. In that era an African American who dared
aske to register to vote might get clubbed by a cop or be shot from ambush by
a guy wearing a hood and sheet. Hundreds of federal marshals had to be sent to
the state just to ensure that to one solitary black student could be enrolled at the
University of Mississippi, “Ole Miss.” I remember that prejudice – and I have
only occasionally voted red ever since.
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The remains of three voting rights organizers who were murdered in 1964. They were buried in a new dam. |
In the grim dawn hours of November 4, Republican knew that even their scheme to gerrymander so many congressional districts that the Democrats couldn’t win, had failed. Unfortunately, the Democrats decided to play the same game, so that voters across this country will now have a harder time ousting representatives, unless they do something drastic, like kill their moms on live television.
For now, the American people were disgusted by what they had seen in the last two years of Trump in D.C. and voted blue so heavily that even gerrymandering wasn’t enough.
(I suspect Donald Dumpling
tossed and turned all night, and mumbled, “Oh, Natalie, Lucious Natalie…” And,
finally, drifted off to his dreams.)
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11/4/26: The stock markets reacted to all the election news and the Dow rose more than 1,600 points.
What else is going on? President Trump decided the U.S. Treasury should pay $50 billion and demand a 10% share of Intel stock. (That’s socialism, if you don’t know.) On Thursday, Intel shares tanked.
Current value: $24 billion.
Also tanking: Trump Media & Technology Group. At the close of the markets on Thursday afternoon, one share in that company was worth $5.
That was a drop from a high of
$175.
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11/6/26: Donald Dumpling continues to focus on all the issues that matter to Americans. For example, he has now signed an Executive Order, designating the Oval Office as a National Monument. Forever more, it will be preserved in all its gaudy gold-leaf glory, to the awe and amaze of future generations.
(This order will, of course, be voided almost as soon as he lugs his fat ass out of the Oval Office.)
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