The Attention Whore

For God sake, everyone please shut up.

The worst part about you-know-who being president, again, is..well, everything. But aside from the rampant stupidity, endless lies, war crimes, pedophilia, incoherent babbling, and unmitigated audacity – the worst part about him being president is everyone else.

Folks, it’s not his fault he was born with the name of a hopeless idiot. But he’s not just that. Not just stupid, not just mean, he’s a special kind of energy vortex known as an Attention Whore.

The Attention Whore absolutely does not care what you think of it. It’s feelings do not get hurt. It is not offended. To the contrary, all press is good press. What makes the Attention Whore happiest of all is just his name being repeated. Endlessly repeated, ad nauseam, at every possible opportunity. The context is irrelevant.

It’s important to be informed, sure, and we should all be super concerned about what he might do next. But to all the well intentioned liberals out there who think it’s your duty to complain endlessly, it’s not helping. Every time you derail a conversation about something else to talk about him instead – he’s winning. Every facebook post offering the most enlightened criticism just makes more people say his name and he grows fatter and more orange. Whoever controls your mind is in charge and if all you can talk about is the Attention Whore, well, you see the problem.

Saying his name is an incantation that makes the black hole grow stronger and enslaves multitudes in the mindfuckery of thinking they’re putting out a fire by complaining about it.

He will wither and die the moment people learn to take control of their reactions.

Hell for the Attention Whore is not scathing criticism. Get this through your head. Hell for the Attention Whore is no attention. May he spend eternity sitting alone in an empty room where no one knows him, no one talks about him, no one cares.

Energy goes where attention flows, yes? So, stop it.