2016 will be the Year of Reckonings. A great schism in the nation opens, a herald rises, and battle fronts coalesce. As a soldier of furrows, it’s time to take up the banner and the hammer of The Trumpening and do your part for the revolution:
The Pump and Trump.
The next time you have your woman post-coitally wrapped in the shelter of your shitlord’s uncucked embrace, gaze contentedly at the ceiling and slowly announce, in a gravelly nut-busted voice, “That was almost as good as making America great again.”
If it’s just after the election when Trump is anointed Supreme Galactic Overlord, say “That was almost as good as voting for Trump”.
The purpose of the Pump and Trump is two-fold: one, any shrieky silly SJW/SWPL feminist freaks with nonetheless fuckable figures (rare, I know) will be sufficiently offended by your declaration that they will self-remove from your life, post-pump. A no muss, no fuss gruffly stuffed muff buff.
Two, you will know love if she reacts with peals of delight, or even an amused exasperation. This woman is a keeper, and she will stand by your side whispering words of encouragement as you prepare to crest the paradigm shift to victory and glory with the Trumpentroops.
The Pump and Trump: Make American Women Sated Again.