This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

An eccentric orbit can only become more eccentric until it either collapses or breaks free. There is no other way to explain Donald Trump. Sooner or later (in this case much later) eventually, the conman goes too far. Could this be it? When Trump says Russia can do whatever the hell they like in Europe and our allies can all go hang? The slobbering simian and senile crowd cheered, hooted, clapped, and stomped their feet like free beer night at the Bingo Hall.

It’s key to understand with Donald Trump that the thrust of any story he tells, is solely for the glorification of Donald Trump. Any references to world events or outrageous statements are merely coincidental to the story. Of whatever great thing Donald Trump has imagined in the dark recesses of his furtive mind he had done.

Trump tells our allies to pay up, or I’ll let the bear eat you! And our allies answered, Oh, no sir! You wouldn’t really do that, would you? And Trump said, Yes! I would! (Darth Vader music) And then I said, I don’t care if this is an orphanage! You take those snot nosed brats and get out! Trump is masturbating before the crowd to show them how tough he was. And then, I said! And then, they said, Oh no! Please sir, no! Please don’t do that!

He is just fucking making it up as he goes along. Trump always has the answer but never solves the problem. His answer is I told them to fix it! And if they didn’t, well that’s not my fault. I told them to build a wall, end of story. Trump is living in one dimension and is oblivious to others or the situation at large. Trump thinks alliances are like dead veterans, losers.

It’s all a one-way street. All spend, spend, spend and for what? Just to avoid a third world war? Just to avoid a little nuclear holocaust that could devastate the planet and destroy the world as we know it? You wanna spend money for that?

Que sara, sara, whatever will be will be. What do we need with an expensive umbrella when it’s not even raining? But it isn’t just mindless bloviating it’s just Donald Trump is out stroking his ego again and taking  for a walk to stretch its legs. The narcissist who fixes problems by the force of his personal will. The bullshit artist who always declares, “I tried to tell them!” after the fact. Now, I tried to warn the Japanese. I said, and they all heard me. Now you make sure your lunar lander doesn’t land wrong side up. But did they listen?

To Trump’s low IQ indiscriminate cultists. It appears that Trump has all the answers, and the world just stubbornly refuses to listen to him. Build the wall, abandon alliances, and fuck the world! Get a job world! No more mister nice guy!

Trump is peddling flags which say, Trump 2024 The Revenge Tour. Think about that for a minute. Revenge, revenge on who? Never mind administering the country; we have personal scores to settle here! And all the apes go ooga, ooga, ooga! Until finally, one ape picks up a bone and throws it against the obelisk.

Won’t you help me to extract my personal revenge on my enemies and help me to escape criminal prosecution? That’s why I’m running for President, just to get even! They are rolling the big lie back out as the basis for their revenge tour.

It was the November criminals who stabbed us in the back! Germany never surrendered; she was stabbed in the back by the November criminals! You know, those invisible people who don’t really exist. Or exist only in the form of an excuse to avoid the truth.

All cults are always under attack. It keeps up the fear and excitement levels and bonds the group together as wronged victims, being persecuted solely for their beliefs.    

But how dim and propagandized do you have to be to believe Trump is innocent of all charges and qualified to be the President of the United States? To believe all courts and juries are corrupt and just out to get Donald Trump. To believe in the face of a televised insurrection what this country really needs is a good dose of bitter revenge.

Trump’s lackey just returned from Moscow. This droid has some sort of message recorded inside of him. “Help me Obi Wan Vlad.” See, if elected, I’ll do even more to undermine the alliances once forged in blood. To the casual observer Trump is just blubbering out consonants and vowels. Trump is sending out a message, and an offer, an S.O.S. “Russia, if you’re listening?”

Don’t believe for a second that Donald Trump is ever sorry or repentant for anything he might say. He’s just getting warmed up. Whatever Trump might have said yesterday has no relationship to anything he might say tomorrow. But he will say worse, it’s unavoidable. “Build the wall” just doesn’t work anymore.

It is of critical importance that Trump keeps the apes going, “Ooga, ooga, ooga!” And keep them in a turd throwing turmoil and froth.

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”
― Aldous Huxley