Wednesday, January 10, 2018
A Day In The Anti-Life - Little Genius!
Our "so-called" President has declared himself at once "like really smart" and "a very stable genius". It's good he thinks that, because it is definitely a minority opinion. The obvious truth is that anyone who must declare themselves smart is most likely blowing smoke to cover up perceived lack of smarts or at the very least an inferiority complex about the whole matter of relative intellects. I work with students everyday, teenagers and almost all of them are smarter than me. I have experience and a lifetime of learning to stay ahead of them most of the time, but it's a daily slog. I've long adhered to the mantra of "Those can do, those who can't teach, and those who can't teach become administrators." Donald is in the last category -- he apparently can only tell other folks to do something or at least pretend to do so, and later take credit for their hard work. He is a canny con man who is adept at finding folks who will hitch their wagons to him and then taking them for a ride. Now we're all aboard this train wreck alas.
As he and his cronies crash the institutions of our nation, one at a time, they bring with them a chaos which can only benefit those already in positions of power or wealth. The suckers who imagined for a moment that "The Donald" was out for the little guy are woefully mistaken. Now that the odious Bannon has been expelled from the cult, the swamp creatures have assumed pretty much full command of the administration, though they bray every hour of every day that they are outsiders. Wall Street got its tax bill through and everything else was left for later. The myth of deregulation has powered a roll back of protections which will eventually harm many of us. I'm not some knee-jerk joker who imagines that government control is ideal, but leaving the populace in the sharp-fingered invisible hand of capitalism will only accelerate the divisions of the classes. Once upon a time in America the rising tide did indeed elevate most boats (never all). Now only a few select yachts get any buoyancy as the sea level rises all around us.
As the slow-moving disaster rumbles along, our "commander-in-golf" twiddles his clubs on the courses he rents from the bankers and twiddles his thumbs on the twitter account which terrorizes the modern world each morning. Really hard work is not something this "Richie Rich" has ever had to confront, though he brags about it often enough. (Again, those who talk usually don't walk.) Now we learn that the White House publishes a bogus agenda each day to hid the fact the "so-called" President spends his mornings licking the teat of the boob tube getting his daily fix of adulation from the Trump TV News, otherwise called Fox.
But as Red Green, the wise sage of the Canadian woods often opined, "We're all in this together." So as the Grand Old Party continues to shield the mockery of an administration, its "like really smart" and "very stable genius" will continue to on a daily basis to make sure we're all in peril. It's a dangerous world and you can be certain that eventually we're all going to get an exceedingly frigid splash of cold water right in the kisser.
Note: I write these screeds because they help me to alleviate some of the frustration of watching my country being led by a dope who is cruel and feckless and is going to betray the very people who have put their hopes and dreams in him.