The very worst thing of the very many bad things about a Don­ald Drumpf pres­i­den­cy, of course, is that it would put in­to shat­ter­ing­ly re­al­is­tic per­spec­tive the Barack Oba­ma pres­i­den­cy: in a sin­gle day–next No­vem­ber 8–all our dar­ing to hope of the last eight years would be dashed to noth­ing­ness be­cause, if Don­ald Firetruck­ing Drumpf could be­come the US pres­i­dent, then any jack­ass could; and Barack Oba­ma, de­spite our own delu­sions, is noth­ing more than a jack­ass we hap­pen to like.

Drumpf, by the way, is The Don­key's own an­ces­tral Ger­man­ic sur­name, which some ear­li­er Drumpf wise­ly changed; it even sounds like an in­ner city ver­sion of "Dumb mo'fo". John Oliv­er, of HBO's Last Week Tonight, just launched a cam­paign to "Make Don­ald Drumpf Again" which I'm sup­port­ing (and which is the least you might ex­pect from some­one who pro­posed re­fer­ring to the world's great­est prob­lem on­ly by the name it de­serves, viz, the Shai­tan­ic State; there is very great pow­er in what you con­scious­ly choose to call a thing; con­sid­er the dif­fer­ence be­tween "refugees" and "mi­grants"; or "ter­ror­ists" and "mar­tyrs".)

Whether or not his cam­paign con­tin­ues to rise, Don­ald Drumpf (c'mon, peo­ple, let's make it hap­pen) has al­ready gone down in his­to­ry as the man who proved that it doesn't mat­ter one firetruck what you say on the world's most im­por­tant po­lit­i­cal stage, on­ly whether you can get peo­ple to click the "Like" but­ton on Face­book. Drumpf is liv­ing, blab­ber­ing proof that, to­day, peo­ple don't care whether you lie, con­tra­dict your­self, trum­pet your big­otry, are open­ly sneer­ing­ly racist and treat the elec­tion of the Amer­i­can pres­i­dent like just an­oth­er sea­son of your mediocre, hu­mil­i­a­tion-based re­al­i­ty TV show; Don­ald Drumpf has shown us all the em­per­or's new clothes.

A Re­pub­li­can pres­i­den­tial nom­i­nee wannabe ig­no­ra­mus like Drumpf can even open­ly ad­vo­cate war crime–ie, the mur­der of the fam­i­lies of Is­lam­ic mil­i­tants–and the re-es­tab­lish­ment of con­cen­tra­tion camps and, via this very plum­met­ing away from hu­man de­cen­cy, race away from his com­pe­ti­tion. What­ev­er it might mean for all hu­man­i­ty, not just the Amer­i­cans, the wise punter would bet on Drumpf be­com­ing the Re­pub­li­can nom­i­nee for pres­i­dent; in­deed, those with an eye for the prof­itable un­like­ly long shot might be cal­cu­lat­ing the odds of bet­ting on whether he will get a sec­ond term.

If ever there were a politi­cian of our times, it is The Don­key.

Drumpf is what you get when you take, to the log­i­cal ex­treme, the habit of our age of for­giv­ing any­one any­thing as long as he keeps re­fill­ing the cof­fers or hit­ting low­est-com­mon-de­nom­i­na­tor tar­gets. He is the US pol­i­tics ver­sion of the Uruguayan strik­er who has ac­tu­al­ly bit­ten three dif­fer­ent play­ers on the foot­ball field–if he were a dog, he could be law­ful­ly put down un­der Trinida­di­an leg­is­la­tion–but has been paid more and more mon­ey for sink­ing his teeth, not so much in­to his ca­reer as in­to the op­pos­ing team.

Don­ald Drumpf, like the Barcelona Biter, demon­strates that there is no dis­cern­ment left. The world lives in the hope of the Amer­i­can elec­torate com­ing to its sens­es in time; the world fails to un­der­stand Bill Ma­her is right: the Amer­i­can elec­torate is just plain stoopid!

So sharp­en your ra­zor­blades, all you ide­al­ists, and get the bath­wa­ter warm; you may need them soon­er than you think.

More up­set­ting this week than even the rise and rise of The Don­key, though, was the es­ca­la­tion of the war on hu­man­i­ty in In­done­sia. The world, per­haps un­der­stand­ably, is sharply fo­cussed on US pol­i­tics and the move­ment of peo­ple in­to Eu­rope; but, in In­done­sia, the world's largest Mus­lim coun­try, the God-fear­ing, Ko­ran-tot­ing gov­ern­ment was step­ping up step­ping on LGBT toes.

Suc­ceed­ing where the great ho­mo-hat­ing na­tion of Rus­sia failed, the In­done­sians have banned "gay" emo­jis, LGBT-friend­ly ver­sions of those lit­tle icons you can find on your phone key­board. In Jakar­ta, you can down­load a Smi­ley face with a tur­ban or a draw­ing of a kit­ten weep­ing, but the Neg­a­tive Con­tent Man­age­ment Pan­el of the In­done­sian Min­istry of In­for­ma­tion, os­ten­si­bly up­hold­ing "stan­dards of val­ues and morals," has banned tiny car­toons of men hold­ing hands, or a three-car­toon-face ver­sion of a fam­i­ly fea­tur­ing a daugh­ter and her two moth­ers (or a son and his two dads). The ban is ex­pect­ed to be ex­tend­ed to all pop­u­lar apps and sites.

The irony of "gay" emo­jis be­ing banned from Face­book, which helped kick-start the woe­ful­ly mis­named Arab Spring, will be missed en­tire­ly in the Sharia law-en­forc­ing In­done­sian province of Aceh, where Christi­na Aguil­era's kiss-on-the-lips this week with her new–fe­male–prot�g� on the tal­ent show, The Voice, would have earned her 100 lash­es.

But nei­ther the vot­ers of Amer­i­ca nor the In­done­sian Friends of Dorothy were the worst off peo­ple this week. That du­bi­ous ho­n­our goes to the vic­tims of Catholic priest pae­dophiles in Aus­tralia, who, af­ter the tes­ti­mo­ny of the Vat­i­can's Car­di­nal Pell to the Aus­tralian en­quiry in­to the crimes of the Church's un­holy men, pub­licly asked Pope Fran­cis to in­ter­vene. You could say they haven't a prayer.

And so we stum­ble on for an­oth­er week, to­wards No­vem­ber and the Amer­i­can Night­mare, or this week­end, and the Fri­day night in Jakar­ta–or Moscow, or Mec­ca–pas­time of beat­ing half-to-death any hu­man be­ings who don't fit in­to the gen­der and sex­u­al ori­en­ta­tion pat­terns of the Mid­dle Ages, or Sun­day morn­ing, and the love that dare not speak its name out­side the sac­risty.

And, in all three cas­es, the per­pe­tra­tors of near­ly un­bear­able harm to our species will not even ques­tion their ac­tions, or their at­ti­tudes, stem­ming, as they all do, from almighty God or the mighty dol­lar.

BC Pires is still hop­ing for the De­moc­rats to play the Sanders trump. Read more of his writ­ing at www.BCPires.com