Why I Started GOPocalypse Now

I didn’t set out to start a political satire blog.
I just ran out of therapy sessions, bourbon, and the ability to pretend everything was fine.

When Donald J. Trump actually won the presidency again in 2024, I felt like I had fallen into a satire sketch written by an intern at InfoWars and directed by George Orwell’s ghost.

And it wasn’t just Trump.

• Kristi Noem is now the actual Secretary of Homeland Security, staging photo-ops in Kevlar like she’s starring in The Handmaid’s Tale: Miami Edition.
• Joni Ernst casually brushed off healthcare concerns with: “Well, we all are going to die.”

Meanwhile, democracy is being sold off by the NFT and $249 dictator cologne.

“We’re living in a failed state that still has decent Wi-Fi.”

Satire Became My Sanity

Watching MAGA 2.0 roll back in—with more guns, fewer brains, and complete immunity from shame—wasn’t just demoralizing. It was soul-sucking.

So I started writing satire.
Not to be funny.
To stay functional.

Because if we’re going down, I want to go down roasting.

The Fuse Was Lit

I wrote this first post:
👉 Trump Sues 60 Minutes for $20 Billion

In it, Trump demands emotional damages and a participation trophy because Lesley Stahl bruised his feelings.

Then came this gem from Joni Ernst:
👉 “Mortality for All” — a satire on her death-as-healthcare policy plan.

That’s when I realized: This blog isn’t optional. It’s survival.

Why GOPocalypse Now?

The name? Easy.

We’re not just watching the GOP erode democracy—we’re watching them sell it in bulk at a gun show with free samples of Victory 45‑47.

GOPocalypse Now is my protest sign.
My grief processing.
My way of saying:

• “This is insane.”
• “You’re not alone.”
• “Here’s a punchline to go with your panic attack.”

What Keeps Me Going?

You.
Your comments.
Your rage-laughs.

And yes, the hate mail.

“You Satanic libtard bug-eater.”
Chef’s kiss.
That’s my Pulitzer.

Satire as Resistance

Let’s recap:

• Trump is back in the White House.
• Kristi Noem is LARPing as a border general.
• Joni Ernst’s healthcare plan is “try not to die.”

Satire isn’t just my coping mechanism.
It’s my rebellion.

Final Thoughts: We Might Be Screwed. Let’s At Least Be Funny About It.

If you’re still here—burned out, doomscrolling, and trying not to scream into a stack of voter registration forms—this blog is for you.

This is my creative tantrum against tyranny.
Welcome to GOPocalypse Now.
We’ve got punchlines.

✍️ Bob Robertson
Founder, Satirist, Elephant-in-the-Zoom
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