“Why did great-great-great-great Grandpa Cleetus Joe Billy-Bob let the bad man be in charge, Mommy?”, the little ones will wonder, “the bad man who pulled out of the talks to save our planet, and deregulated the corporations and thereby sped up the process of climate change?”
“Because he was short-sighted and not overly-bright,” their mom will try to explain to them, “and he had to cater to his base of coal miners, angry racists, and huge corporation owners, Dear.”
And then, their mother will give them a sip of sea water strained through an old sock, and a few bites of dried plankton, and sing them to sleep while she pilots the raft made of oil drums and plastic bottles on the endless search for dry land… or at least, a part of the ocean that isn’t quite so black with coal sludge, oil, and oil-covered dead fish.
Pouring My Art Out 
He’s a ignominy to the core group values of the United States and to the manhood of White people. But I’m REALLY mortified with Trump!
He does make me embarrassed to be white, a man, and sometimes, even an American.
Oh, you mean we’re not all going to perish in a nuclear apocalypse? That’s good news!
No, when the nukes go off, just dive deep and hold your breath… for about 10,000 years…
I thought I was embarrassed to call myself an American with George W. Bush in office. But I’m REALLY embarrassed with Trump! He’s a disgrace to the core values of the United States and to the humanity of White people.
I think that sums it up nicely.