That smug face that brims with confidence. It has a smirk that says
I will win.
I’ve already won.
I cheat to win.
I can buy the judge, buy the cops, write the rules, make the laws.
I create alternative facts. I have my own news stations. I pay off porn stars.
I got the pipeline moved from my neighborhood to your neighborhood with only a short private conversation at the golf club.
I don’t need to protest. You do.
I don’t need to bang a drum to be heard. You do.
I’m only seventeen and you’re an elder, but I still have more power than you.
My elders bought my land fair and square from the Cherokee.
I can act with impunity. I’m innocent; I’m not even saying anything. I will tell my teacher I did not participate. I have nothing to do with all my friends behind me mimicking you and your people. My campaign may have colluded, but I did not. I just looked at you, that’s all.
But some day that smug face won’t have a smirk any more.