Who’s Fault Was This?

By David Glenn Cox

Don’t let me stop you guys or get in your way. If you guys want to fight it out, be my guest. Former House Speaker Paul Ryan said on Faux News, he wouldn’t vote for King Trump. Then, oblivious that Ryan had thunderstruck his audience numb, and beyond all comprehension. Ryan listed his rational reasons for feeling that way as a servile Fox host asked, “the Jan 6^th thing?”

Yep! That’s a part of it. Along with Donald Trump’s other moral failures. Trump had put himself above the Constitution he had sworn allegiance to. (Oh, that.) As the tide of angry red-faced Republicans begins to swell, furious at Ryan’s outrageous and contemptuous behavior. Not going to vote for Donald Trump? Why?

But it is a cult test and a cult qualifier. Donald Trump has finally built his wall and now lives behind it. Not since Berlin has there ever been such a wall. On one side, Donald Trump with his loose collection of servile simpletons’ pirate’s hanger’s on, wanna be’s and never wases. An anointed appointed Republican Party structure more loyal to Donald Trump for bread and advancement than to the Republican Party itself.

On the other side of the wall, every single out of office Republican politician you’ve ever heard of in your entire life. If John McCain wasn’t already dead, this would kill him. If they need Trump’s blessing for their daily bread, they pucker up and smooch. But once out of office for good? No! No! No! No! A thousand times no! Hell No! Never! On your children’s lives no!” Paul Ryan, Mike Pence, Liz Cheney, Mitt Romney, shall I continue? You just don’t get much more cult-like than that without wearing funny hats or having secret handshakes.

Can you be in a cult and remain neutral or have no strong opinion? Can you remain long in a cult questioning the leadership? So, what do you think about Donald Trump? If you can’t say anything nice, you shut the hell up! “Oh, he’s wonderful. He’s our scared leader who is without blemish and can do no wrong.” Once outside the cult of Trumpology the deprogrammed former Trumpologist’s shout, “No! No! No! Never! No!!!

A third group of broken toys lies abandoned and forgotten along the roadside after losing the orange child’s attention. The Rudy Giuliani’s and the Kerri Lake’s and the pillow boy with their fatal injuries after being thrown under the bus. The list of the damaged and destroyed minions grows and grows, but the cultists…see nothing. They take no notice of the body count and never asking, what happened to the last guy in this job?  Don’t ask!

Whatever happened to? Oh.

The competition to become Trump’s fair-haired chosen Vice – President heats up. Whatever happened to the last guy in this job? Don’t ask! “Oh, don’t worry. He likes me. He’d never do anything like that to me. That is to say, I would never do anything like that to him.” The application test is in loyalty not geography. Step one: Put on this blindfold and follow me.

A carefully crafted devil’s game as the sorcerer’s apprentice. The devil wants to make sure you will do as you’re told. But for the apprentice, the number two seat. The Truman scenario where the old guy after a life of cheeseburgers, hookers, Coca colas and indolence, finally buys the big Golf course in the sky. That is the potential prize, but what of the potential peril? Don’t ask!

 The successful candidate win or lose (more likely lose) becomes chosen and raised up above the rest of the vulgar herd. Anointed as Trump’s successor. But memory is a funny thing. You remember the carnival you went to as a kid as better than it really was. You remember a fight you were in as worse than it really was. And so, as January 6^th recedes into our collective rearview mirror. The memory curdles as it ages.

Recent polling has shown Trump’s popularity slipping among seniors. Seniors don’t just buy walk-in bathtubs and yell at kids in the yard, you know. They vote! Seniors through decades of childrearing experience know a bullshit story when they hear one. They remember January 6^th even if they don’t remember what they came into the kitchen after, they don’t like it. And as time goes by, they like it less and less. Not a surprise really, the oldest eyes being opening first. The memory of it grows worse as the propaganda becomes aged yellowed and transparent.

Maybe only an anomaly in the polling or maybe a new trend. Former Trump monkey and momentary chief of Staff Anthony Scaramucci said Donald Trump will implode between now and November. I don’t consider Scaramucci as much of an expert on anything, but I think he has his finger on it.

Bingo! Sharks and electric boats. Nobody ever asked that question before.! What happens if an electric boat sinks? Will I be electrocuted or eaten by sharks? Fortunately, due to my intensive study during seventh grade shop class. I learned all about the wonderous world of circuit breakers. Maybe that’s why nobody ever asked that question before.

But if Scaramucci is correct, and I think he is. That could lead Trump’s anointed VP to holding the golden fart blossom award. Turd of the year, forever! This year’s Dan Quayle or Sarah Palin with a ticket marked express and punched for nowheresville, boarding immediately. The hapless VP couldn’t win an election race against Ron DeSantis. Because if Trump doesn’t win and he won’t, who will they blame for the loss eventually?

 I mean, after the hissy fit and after the pouting and crying and throwing themselves on the floor. They will calm themselves eventually and ask, whose fault was this? Besides a cult is personal and slavish loyalty is non-transferable.

Rule One: The boss is always right. Rule Two: If the boss isn’t right. This is probably all your fault!