Here’s the thing. As badly as he wants to be, Steve Bannon is not Darth Vader. He’s certainly the fuck not Satan. I mean, like, for one thing, Satan was hot!
Besides, Satan had an inner life. Satan was interesting. Steve Bannon is a lonely, empty turd with a face like a Ziploc bag full of dough and a pedestrian brain in which other people’s repugnant ideas bounce off each other like little pachinko balls, and he has gotten some very loud but equally lonely and empty people to play his Live Action Role Playing Game. Steve Bannon is so boring that he could look directly into my eyes as he killed me and my last thoughts would be “I want an egg sandwich.” Christ, look at this sadsack. Look at this parcel of ballgrease and neediness, barely held together by a K-mart shirt the color of a hairball.
I’m so fucking bored of Steve Bannon and I can’t wait to see him get punched in the face, someday, on TV.