Trump's Sci-Fi Victory

Let me start by saying how little I care about this election.

The country’s circling the drain, and the best we can do is pick between two criminals playing hot potato with the nuclear codes.

Both will wage war. Both will sell you out. Give either the Oval Office, and the rest of the world’s getting a boot to the face.

Here’s the deal:

Clinton wins? The U.S. stays more or less the same—an open-air Ponzi scheme. Obama hands her the keys to a slowly sinking ship, and she keeps bailing water. Just enough to buy time before the next inevitable disaster.

Obama did fine. Great, even, compared to the monsters before him. The guy had to run a three-legged race through a minefield and still managed to leave the place better than he found it. But let’s be real—small fixes, temporary patches.

Trump wins? Everything burns.

Not in years. Not in decades. Overnight.

If some foaming-at-the-mouth Clinton loyalist or End-Times lunatic doesn’t pop his skull open like a piñata within the first year, the U.S. gets gutted from the inside out. Beyond repair. Beyond recognition.

And then?

Then we get real change.

Clinton is the slow death. A centuries-long coma while the rich get fatter and the poor get ground into fertilizer.

Trump is the wrecking ball. A bullet to the brainstem.

The wedge between the government and civilians? Unfixable.

Trust dies.

Martial Law kicks in. Cities lock down.

Civil war.

Not the kind from history books. Not organized battles, flags waving, some bullshit cause to stand behind. No. Guerrilla war.

Small cells. Hidden guns. Bombs in cars and backpacks.

The government’s outnumbered. The people take control. The rich hang from streetlights.

And out of the wreckage?

A new system.

One that makes sense. Rationality first. Logic first.

Religion? Gone. No more faith-based genocide. No more politicians jerking off to a Bible they don’t even read.

A nation run on science, education, and efficiency.

Capitalism reforged—not the bloated parasite it was, but a self-sustaining machine.

• Solar power grids spanning entire states.

• Streets paved with carbon nanotubes, harvesting energy as we walk.

• Watermills on every river, wind farms on every hill.

• Automation of everything but creativity.

Food crisis? Gone.

3D printing turns raw materials into whatever we need. Poverty evaporates.

And once we’ve fixed Earth?

We leave it behind.

Within a hundred years of Trump’s election, humanity’s post-scarcity.

World hunger? Over. Poverty? Myth.

The WIC (World International Collective) launches humanity into deep space. The solar system colonized.

Then, the EM Drive evolves into a Warp Drive.

In five hundred years, we’ve seeded the stars.

Trump, the Great Destroyer, the Accidental Savior.

If Clinton wins?

We wait.

We sit, stagnate, rot, hoping our children’s children get lucky.

So fuck it.

Vote Trump.

Burn it all down.

Anarchy’s the only way to fix this country.

By Jack Thomas.