Thank you, God, for Two-Oh-One-Six—
Yes, thank God for one more year;
Thank God, empowered racists
Won the nation, thanks to fear.
But if God should take the credit,
God’s to blame, then, if it sucked—
And if this year is God’s handiwork
Then God can just get fucked.
Let’s give thanks to God for Breitbart
And for Nazis, and the Klan;
Let’s give thanks that Trump’s election
Means we end the age of Man;
It’s the Fire’s turn to cleanse us
And the flame is heaven-sent
And if this year is God’s doing,
Well then, God can just get bent.
Let’s give thanks for roasted turkeys
Brussels sprouts, and candied yams;
(Let’s admit, for non-white heathens,
That we give no fucks nor damns);
We’ve got stuffing and potatoes,
And some green beans if you wish.
But if this year is God’s cooking,
It’s a fucking awful dish.
Thank you God, that Trump’s elected;
Thank you, God, that this is it—
You’ve made clear that you’re an asshole,
And your favor just means shit.
We can pray till we are weary
But it’s Donald all the same;
On behalf of true believers…
Fuck you god, cos you’re to blame.
There was not a lot to thank people for in 2016. I thank people for voting, but there were not the right numbers in the right states. I thank the people who helped me through the year, but frankly I’d have sacrificed that for some different outcomes in other states. I thank my family for the one thing that made 2016 a net positive… well, for me, anyway. One weekend in 2016 was enough to overcome the rest of it… and that is privilege.
Anyway… anyone who wants to toast this year can do so. And the great thing is, they can also, in their very next breath, recite this verse, and say “Fuck you, God”.
I have one very big thing to thank a whole lot of people for in 2016. So thank you, all of you! I love you all! Now…. get to work. Because nothing is normal now. I’ll be right there with you. Happy whatever you want it to be (yes, even if that is not happy). Let me know what I can do (I don’t always know). Oh, yeah, and… God? Fuck you.