Out of the Blue

Falling through the universe at the speed of life Mandatory Credit: Photo by DAVID MAUNG/EPA-EFE/REX/Shutterstock

By David Glenn Cox

You can’t catch lightening in a bottle, and you can’t unburn a pizza. You can only be new once before becoming just the other guy. The rock star on the comeback tour after the comeback album doesn’t sell. The vain effort to make the sale with customers who have heard and seen it all before. The new dead heads following the new Jerry of orange on tour. A fringe act no longer mainstream. The crowd went crazy when Tommy hit the stage; I mean Trumpy. Men and boys stood erect, but most couldn’t see because of their protruding stomachs or high blood pressure. Baying hounds looking for the Alpo.

The dead-end kids reviving the old joke, “What has eighteen arms, eighteen legs and twenty-six teeth?” The front row at a Trump rally.  All certain Trump will be reinstated this August causing my dark side to appear. I genuinely admire the genius who thought up selling the fake Trump inaugural tickets, that was inspired. That little dark demon appeared on my shoulder with his pitchfork, “You know what would be really funny? Sell the whole package. Tour busses, banners across the streets “Welcome to Washington Trump Supporters!” Hotels offering inaugural packages. This package includes two tickets to a nonexistent inaugural ball being held at the Guatemalan Embassy. A sort of nationwide snipe hunt, bring your own bags. The Trump chumps are certain the election will be overturned but none can name the mechanism by which that will happen.

“We the Supreme Court declare Trump President, because it wasn’t fair.”

Reverend Jerry Trump, on his;  It’s gonna take a miracle tour. Filling the tent with the brain lepers and the intellectually handicapped. Grown folks who believe in magic. CNN asked a 3%er “What if Trump isn’t returned to office in August?” He got a perplexed look on his face like no one had ever asked him that before. “Then wheel have us a Civil War!” Hold it down Jethro, you’re scaring the children. The name of your group is the 3% that makes the name of our group the 97%. Show us what you got. We have more prisons than you have members. If you lived here, you’d be home by now.

Meanwhile on the other side of Gotham City more Republicans are beginning to say publicly of Trump what they have been thinking for years. My favorite is Bill Barr (He has a book, surprise!) “Well sure, I was lying sack of shit most every day. Lied at every opportunity. Trump? He’s crazy as a bed bug but I’m just a loyal public servant in service of a mad man. I guess the tittle, “Why I did it” is out of the question. I hope he leaves the ending open for a sequel, “My Prison Years.”

Trump hit the stage with all his classics, “Make America Great again,” blah, blah, blah. “We was robbed,” blah, blah, blah. Nancy Pelosi Blah, blah, blah. And then Board in the USA. The long-winded Trump rambled through his month long ninety-minute speech. As many in the crowd began to realize if they left now, they could still make it home in time for Wrestling .

“I feel as one who stands alone in banquet halls deserted, whose lights have fled whose garlands dead and all, but he departed.” – Winston Churchill

The party is over, what began as bubbling over with enthusiasm has now melted away to Chucky Cheese enthusiasm. The true believers are still there but have been boiled down to their essence. Rednecks, bikers, criminals, people with more than five bumper stickers on their car with at least one mentioning Jesus or alternatively their cats. It’s okay Don, don’t take it so hard. The Sad Parade didn’t do well for The Doors either. This was the high-water mark for the low water mark. Wait until they play Peoria! “Wanna go see Doanld Trump?” And miss CSI? “Yeah, but he’s gonna say all those things he’s said before are you sure you want to miss that?” Well, your Trump shirt is in the laundry, and I ain’t driving all the way the laundromat, unless I need more beer.

Trump is becalmed caught like a bug in amber. Frozen in a moment in time that was long ago. Every day the world drifts a little further away from a campaign to a novelty act. “In a Gadda Davida baby! Don’t you know that I’m loving you!” And now for our other hit song, oh wait, we don’t got one! Trump said the prosecutors from the New York DA’s office were very rude and impolite. The laughter lamp is lit, you may now laugh your ass off. They were rude to Donald Trump, and one can only imagine what that meant.

Trump attacks his enemies, but nobody was listening, “Is this thing on?” They aren’t there for the message they are there for the show. The Rocky Horror Republican Trump show and fashion parade. Like a Kiss concert gone bad, fat Gene spits blood at the audience as the fire pots go off. But the audience is there to see each other. This a comic-con for Morons each trying to be the best Mr. Spock out there with the deluxe Trump shirt and flag ensemble. Waiting breathlessly for William Shatner to take the stage to tell them about the time he fought the gorgon.

“Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that
And once you’re gone, you can’t come back
When you’re out of the blue and into the black”
Neil Young

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