Totally Wasted
It’s almost amusing to listen to our here-to-fore
Commie-hatin’, flag-wavin’, jump-down-your-throat at the slightest sign of possible
democratic weakness red-necked Republicans tripping all over themselves as they
get behind Trump-the-Chump as he cuddles up to Putin. It’s pretty clear by now
that not a one of them has the balls or the political decency – not to mention
the human decency – to do the right thing when it comes to our standing – and the
things we used to stand for - as a nation vs. Trump’s and his clinger-on’s personal
wealth and hidden agendas.
Living in Backwards-World can be confusing. Whatever the
Trump and his Trump-Ninnys label “fake” is actually factual; whatever His
Gitness states is a thing “everyone says,” or “everyone knows” is opposite; and
no matter what standard of good taste, common decency, political reason, or
common cause Lord Tosser stumbles over and totally balls up each day, his
toadies are sure to cry wise and welcome, and the rest of us – that includes
those Americans who still have functioning brain cells, and most of the rest of
the world – are left with our mouths hanging open in disbelief so utterly
profound we don’t know what to say or what to do.
We need a new dictionary. Hell, we need a new encyclopedia,
a new compass, a new map – something extreme, including an old guy with a lamp,
searching for an honest man, to guide us through this seemingly endless dark tunnel
of lunacy.
“Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.” That’s
Shakespeare. “And now it is now, and the
dark thing is here.” That’s TS Eliot, Margaret Atwood, or Louise Penny,
depending on how you look it up. Doesn’t matter who said it first, they mean
the same thing, and they pretty accurately describe our current world. We put
babies in cages, we turn people who are being murdered by their own countries
away without hesitation or a second thought about how much we ourselves might
be responsible for their plight – or what we owe our fellow human beings in the
way of succor, compassion, care – you know, all that wimpy liberal stuff; we’ve
filled our world with gun-toting maggots who no one in power – another phrase
we need to redefine – dares counter; we’ve put a total wanker in the president’s
chair and allowed him to surroun himself with dodgy and barmy nutters who have
no control over him, and the legislative houses which could, and should, be
putting the leash and shackles on have proven themselves unwilling to do the
task – which makes them as culpable as our Presidential Prat, and may they all
rot in a hell of their own making. The few who are willing to stand up and
speak do it, then quit, and we’re left with a government that’s as mad as a bag
of ferrets and equally as out of control.
And a bunch of
civilians who are loud, obnoxiously loud, and totally gormless, who egg Our
Biggest Mistake Ever on, ever more enthusiastic the more mind-wrackingly
terrible the latest thing the Orange One says or does. It’s hard to comprehend,
especially since he and his rich, evil, shameless buddies are breaking the
backs of the very people who support him most avidly. I just don’t get it; it’s
truly like they’re drugged. I’ve seen them reject absolutely the thing that the
Chump and his minions are causing to be done, and then turn on a pinhead and deny
that that thing is happening. It’s weird, and it’s far, far beyond difference
of opinion, it requires a feat of self-hypnosis or continual infusions of the
Koolaid. These people really do inhabit Backwards-World, and those of us who
don’t need be wary and watchful if we put our toes inside the gate trying to
gain understanding or find common cause – the laws of gravity don’t really
exist there.
It’s easy to say, “Oh, it’s not as bad as it seems. It’ll
all come right in the end. The Fopdoodle won’t really be able to destroy our
world as we know it – the sensible people, all around the world, will
understand that he’s just a giant national fart that we have to hold our noses
during and wait ‘til he’s expelled, then all will be sane and normal again.” Yah. Right. It’s hard to see how very awful it is, standing inside it – we tend
to be an optimistic people, after all – but think: how long – and through what
kinds of dangerous nonsense – are our friends and neighbors and allies going to
put up with this merde? How long
would we, as a nation, were the situation reversed? We may be optimistic, but
we’re also a tetchy people. You can bet that if this insanity was being
displayed elsewhere in the world, we’d likely already have sent out secret
missions to Bust His Ass.
The Husband and I haven’t been to Canada since just before
the 2016 election; it was embarrassing enough trying to explain what was
happening before the unbelievable
actually happened. I long to escape our national madness for a day or two, but
dread having to look our sane neighbors in the eye. I’m embarrassed to be a US
citizen. We’ve had times of looking foolish in the past, but now we look –
insane, dangerous, unpredictable. Rabid, in fact.
How I wish I was the type of fighter who felt invigorated by
a crisis that needs constant, unending, vigorous response. But I’m not – and mostly
I feel scared, infuriated, and very, very tired.
Could everyone in Washington just shut up and give us a
Summer Break?
For the blog, 23 July
2018: herondragonwrites.blogspot.com
Photo: Charley
Freiberg: Trashcan
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