MY predictions;
Trumpaloompas; many will hibernate in communal nests made from shredded NRA magazines beneath barns and churches.
The radical left, or what the US amusingly calls the radical left will split into two main camps.
Wankers.
Those that Mom fears, the nit picking deconstructionists who can’t drink coffee (Duh! slavery) and eat muffins (sexual innuendo), fight increasingly amongst themselves for righteous points, castigating not only their frenemies for the use of drawing pins (penetrative icons of male sexual domination) but who would willingly self-flagellate themselves to death for their inherited genes if it were not that it trivialises all those true martyrs who suffered historically beneath the lash.
Under the burden of acronymic signatures that increase exponentially with each subdivision of self-obsession until they reach the current known value of Pi, a sudden realisation that a printout and explanation of which would finally denude the amazon of its last trees leads them to take homeopathic suicide pills, which due to their unsanitary production methods (hygiene equals female mind control) and their poor health (bean shoots grown on self-chewed cardboard), actually works. There is rejoicing.
The others
The left leaning centre of people who refuse to subscribe to the mantra of devil take the hindmost, true Americans love their flag but shoot their neighbours patriotism.
Believing that a country built on trust, cooperation, compassion for each other might actually be a nicer place, make AOC queen for life and the US of A finally becomes a place that the rest of the world doesn’t regard like a 20 foot toddler with a flame thrower recently bitten by a rabid dog.
The last scenario in the fevered ramblings of an unstable psychotic (diagnosed), mind is by far the least likely. It is but a hope I have, that I may plant a mind seed that may grow.
In reality, dystopia is all you can really expect.
20 foot = 6 metres.
Poll