All That Crazy and No Place to Go

By David Glenn Cox

It’s the night of the long knives down at Republican Party headquarters. As the Trump team takes over in their leather trench coats and jack boots.  “Achtung! You vill now all immediately resign your staff positions and zen you may begin to beg to get your old jobs back. Tell us in fifty words or less; how much you love Donald Trump! Or write, “I Love Donald Trump” on a 3 x 5 index card. Tell us why we should allow you the privilege of working for him.

In power less than a week and ready to start the cutting. Let the pink slips begin with sixty expected job losses. This ain’t no trim, this is a full haircut. Sixty plus a few contractors. Sixty-one, if you count the former Republican chairwoman, Ronna McDaniel. The idea is simple, keep it lean and barebones. Let’s do this on the cheap and pocket the difference for legal bills. Sixty paychecks could be better used to pay some lawyers.

Now generally speaking, what always happens to an organization founded strictly on personal loyalty rather than intellectual competence? An organization suddenly thrown together, while all the experienced help have been sent packing. Chairwomen Lara Trump was hired based on her unique qualifications of doing whatever she’s told. Nobody believes for a second; she’s in charge of anything. She’s just Trump’s monkey in the room. From Trump’s lips to her ear. “Trump Bot Reporting for duty as ordered.”

The new focus of the Republican Party is Trump centric. All for one! And all for one! For fellow Republicans it means if you thought Trump hogged the money trough last time around. Just you wait, the Party will have an unlisted phone number. “Your call is very important to us. But if this is an actual emergency, please hang up and dial 911.” Don’t call us child, we’ll call you.

The Trump team will now use the Republican Party like a rented mule. Donald Trump NEEDS the Republican Party for his own survival. However, he doesn’t need for the Republican Party to survive to do it. This is a race to the last finish line and for all the marbles. (lost or otherwise previously detained) Either Donald Trump is reelected, or he is screwed, blued and tattooed. So, the Party becomes a non-fixed asset much like a getaway car becoming completely disposable.

For a political party with money woes, the bloodletting makes some potential large contributors a bit nervous. Are they throwing their money down a Trump legal rathole? Floating the former President’s legal defense at the expense of the Party. With Trump you get legal bills! Accept it and obey! The Hypno-Trump demands it! But for those watching, “it’s happening again! The craziness is starting again!”

For those familiar, it’s like a tractor pull. The harder the tractor pulls the heavier the sled becomes. Now that Trump has knocked off all of the little horns in the Party there is nothing left to talk about. The harder Trump pulls the deeper he goes. Working harder to go to the same nowhere.

The issues for the campaign are simple, is Donald Trump beginning to brain melt like Frosty the Snowman on a Summer day? Or perhaps, Trump’s legal woes as Employee 5 speaks out; “I don’t want to go to jail! I’ll talk! They made me do it!” Unknowingly moving documents for Donald Trump. “The boss says, hey you move these boxes. So, I moved the boxes. I didn’t know they were secret.”

It’s all uphill from here. Trump doesn’t have Ron Desantis to insult or kick around anymore. (He’s keeping the hound dog face.) No Nikki Haley to call bird brain or stupid anymore. Just Donald Trump all alone in the spotlight, just the way he likes it. Just one big happy family with Donald Trump as the family Godfather. Trump with nothing to talk about for the next nine months except how he’s being shafted by the courts, over and over. Either that or talk about the hamberders.

Trump, desperate to attract the big money, talks about cutting entitlements. Because the idle rich just love to talk about that subject. That makes them very happy inside! “See, I told you! He’s not crazy, after all. He wants to cut entitlements. He’s really one of us!” A devil’s bargain, “Gee, it sounds really good.” But it’s a devil’s bargain with the literal devil. What kind of fool still believes Donald Trump? You mean there’s more than one kind?

But a desperate Trump needs money. Lots and lots of money. He has a nice conversation with TikTok and lough and behold, the former President spins on a dime and decides. “Let’s not ban TikTok after all.” It looks all very suspicious as Trump’s reputation precedes him. Trump For Sale! By the pound (Don’t crowd there’s plenty to go around.) or by the slice. To save himself Donald Trump would sell his wife Malaria back to the Gypsies.

But it is happening again. The craziness is beginning to rise up from out of the Trump ooze once again. This is, but a foretaste just wait until he gets warmed up. Then wait for him to be worn down. Then watch as the Republican Party is worn out like a rented mule. Driving it like he stole it because he did.

All that crazy and no place to go.

“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.” ― John Steinbeck