Ten Increasingly Plausible Theories to Explain Why Donald Trump is the President

In 2007, Jesus returned to Earth, born unto a poor Afghani couple living in the Helmand province. In 2015, the new Jesus was killed, along with his Earthly family, in a deadly drone strike carried out by the U.S. military. Everything that has happened since has been the retribution of an angry God.
Global warming has reached a previously unknown tipping point. Once CO2 levels rise beyond a certain point, humanity’s self-extinction instinct is activated by a complex biological mechanism inherent in all species since the dawn of life. When triggered, the dominant species is driven subconsciously to destroy itself. In humans, this takes the form of electing the world leaders most likely to burn it all to the ground. If humans can murder themselves fast enough, in great enough numbers, then the planet might just make it into the next million years with an intact biosphere.
A secret cabal of hyper-intelligent cats, having grown tired of living in the shadows and having finally cracked the chemical formulas responsible for the potent highs of catnip, have enacted a plan to clear the slate and make way for their outright domination of the planet. Pretty soon, we’ll start to see dogs dying in mysterious numbers. That’s the sign that they’ve escalated their time table further.
Time travel, as it turns out, is possible. Unfortunately for us, it was perfected during Hilary Clinton’s second term by the top chronal scientists of the Ku Klux Klan.
In 1971, NASA’s long-range threat assessment program LoRTaP detected an extinction-level asteroid aimed at Earth, predicted to impact the Earth in 2020. Everything that has happened since was carefully planned by the secret council known as Majestic-12. Republicans would be allowed to run rampant in our economy, shifting ever larger amounts of money in the economy towards the titans of industry tasked with constructing enormous space-worthy life boats in underground complexes scattered around the world. It was a carefully calculated risk, but one that top Democrats agreed to; without allowing the wealthy to strip mine our doomed planet, no one would survive this. In order to prepare doomed Americans for what was coming, it was determined that the most incompetent president in our country’s history must be elected. Once all hope was lost in the American people, only then would they be prepared to board the life boats and abandon life as they knew it. Only after the meteor shattered our world would the people be allowed to begin rebuilding their spirits.
Trump is the Chosen One, and it his destiny to one day engage the Dark Lord in hand-to-hand combat. His rise was prophesied by George Washington himself in one of his many trances chronicled in the Book Of American Splendors. Today, a secret branch of the U. S. government hidden within the Secret Service are tasked with making sure that Washington’s visions come true. Unfortunately, something has gone wrong. The Dark Lord is nowhere to be found, and the Secret Service is growing increasingly worried that the prophecies have finally failed them.
Economic anxiety… among the reptilians!
Ratings for the trans-dimensional faux-reality show America! have slipped as the show enters its 237th season. Worried showrunners have given the writer’s room free reign to throw anything against the wall to see what sticks. Popular characters were killed off suddenly, and the worst villains allowed to rise to power. Things look bleaker than they have ever before, and a trillion households across the multiverse have tuned back in so ratings have, thus far, shown a very promising uptick. Unfortunately, this strategy has left the America! writing staff in a bind; how do you top the carnage of the 236th season?
Twelve year old chaos magician Aidan Nicholson discovered all too late that what he thought was just a funny “what if” scenario hammered out with a couple of his dorky friends was actually the most powerful spell any magician has ever managed to cast. Aidan desperately attempts to undo his work every day, but each attempt leaves things in even worse condition than before.
Richard Nixon’s dying words formed a powerful curse, a malediction based on his late-life studies of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. He devoted the last of his energies to curse the once-great country that he believed had wronged him. “If you think I was bad, you fools, then I swear that one day you will elect a leader that makes me look like Abraham-fucking-Lincoln.” Little does anyone know, this curse can only be broken by beating Henry Kissinger to death with a sack of oranges.