This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

Captain Cuckoo for Coco puffs says one crazy disjointed mentally ill thing after another. Weird ramblings from the smooth spaces of a mind sputtering, shutting down and going out of business. Because the issue isn’t really the crazy things which Mr. Trump says. He is being told by friends, associates, family, and the very people he pays big money too for their advice. To “Knock it Off!

Quit it with the crazy stuff. Quit it with crowd sizes and Kamala’s race. Focus us on our phony made-up Republican issues like inflation and the border. That way sir, your comments will fall in line with our advertising campaign. It has been three disastrous press events in a row now and that could almost constitute a trend. They wound Mr. Trump up, they cranked up the teleprompter and they pushed him out on to the stage. Armed with talking points and within three minutes he’s veered off the subject and making with the crazy talk again.

Why can’t Donnie focus? It’s not that Donnie says crazy things so much. It’s Donnie can’t stop saying crazy things so much. The Reich’s media coverage shifts from live televised events to just mentioning the events, without the live coverage. Just warm commentary and carefully curated clips.

Mr. Trump doesn’t mean to insult Veterans by implying a made-up Presidential award Republican Presidents give to their rich friends. Is equal in weight to the Congressional Medal of Honor. But obviously, if Donald Trump bestows this award, it must be the greatest award ever. Way better than something beat up bloodied and dead soldiers get. It’s not that he won’t stop saying crazy things, but that he appears to have lost the ability to discern and know the difference. Is this something a crazy person would say YES/NO?

This is recycling, and we’ve all been here before. This is Trump’s visit to Normandy where Mr.Trump first insulted Veterans in general. Mr. Trump likes heroes who don’t get captured. Heroes who don’t get shot out of the sky while serving their country in fire and pain. Heroes who don’t get tortured at the Hanoi Hilton for a couple of years. It’s not that Mr. Trump wants to insult veterans but can’t stop himself. He’s sharing a private conversation with us all in his mind.

Mr. Trump is exposing what he ACTUALLY thinks of Veterans. The little chromium switch which controls impulses is broken. The ghost of Corporal Bones Spurs returns. Mr. Trump is still the rich kid with a doctor’s excuse in his pocket. He thought they were all suckers back in 1969, and he still thinks so. Only suckers go to Vietnam! Only now, Mr. Trump appears to have lost the ability to suppress his contempt. “No, no, no. Don’t say that!”

They sat Donnie down in front of a white board and explained with colored markers. Stop talking about Joe Biden, got it? Stop it! Do you hear? No, more about Joe Biden, do you understand? Check! No more about Joe Biden. You know that crooked Hillary and her hiding all those emails! Facepalm. Hillary Clinton? Really? In 2024?

Welcome to the dotage! Attention all planets of the solar federation we have assumed control; we have assumed control. Delusional helicopter flights of fantasy filled with facts and people who never were.

“I’ve lived through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.” ― Mark Twain

This is a non-repairable issue. They don’t make vacuum tubes for this model anymore. He probably won’t be any better in the morning. Melding and dreaming the real with the only imagined. With one foot in each world and not knowing for sure which way to turn next.

“I was on a helicopter with Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and Hervé Villechaize. No wait, it was Charles Lindbergh and Neil Armstrong. Yeah, that’s it! We started taking ground fire over Oakland. I said, “We’re going down, but don’t worry boys! I’ve got this!”

He’s dreaming again. The pressure of a failing campaign and a fear someone else has grabbed his spotlight. (Mirror, mirror on the wall.)  His demons are at the gates and storming the Bastille. It is just him, John Wayne, and Rambo now. As the polling numbers turn against Donald Dupe, the delusions take hold. “I’m not weird, you’re weird.” Snappy repartee, sir.

In Mr. Trump’s panic, he throws everything he’s got all at once, including the kitchen sink. That crooked Joe Biden and Hillary’s Emails. Crooked Obama wasn’t a citizen. Kamala is going to start a depression like 1929. She’s a Communist and an alien from outer space! She will make your children Gay! That Chuck Schumer is a Palestinian! Nancy Pelosi is the devil!  

Like an oracle proving the broken clock rule true. Wisdom from beyond this world as Nikki Haley had made a prediction about this election. Saying the first Party who drops their 80-year-old candidate will win. Which means they already know! If Nikki Haley has tried to explain it to them. They already know. The Republican Party is now stuck with this hot buttered turd.

The Republicans can’t do anything with Mr. Trump, and it’s too late to get rid of him. And a Harris- Walz Administration is not really feared all that much by Republicans. They’ll just continue on with their pointless inquisitions. But what they do fear most is voter apathy. Close Republican races could become lost Republican races and Harris – Walz could begin life with control over both houses of Congress.

It is a peculiarity of our human condition what we once loved most, we come to despise. Fads and trends become markers of our time and we become synonymous with them. Markers of the past. Pollsters report what voters dislike most about Donald Trump generally is Donald Trump specifically. The guest who has now stayed too long and worn out his welcome. And the more he tries to be Donald Trump the worse the situation will become for him.

The know-it-all bull in a China shop. The man with a brilliant future behind him.