This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

The Harris -Walz tour bus wheeled into the Sheetz Gas Station. The press busses had already been there setting up. A chance on the bus tour to troll Fox News and the Republicans simply by purchasing a simple bag of Doritos. The original, plain ole Nacho cheese Doritos. Tim Walz was there, and he disappeared towards the back of the store. And I thought to myself if he comes back with a twelve pack of beer. I’ll know my time on Earth has come.

I know what goes on in the back of the press bus, I’ve read Hunter Thompson. Charles Kuralt and Dan Rather taking shots and passing around a whiskey bottle. Tim Walz is a man of the people, and it’s refreshing to see someone like we might know in public life. So, even if he had bought a twelve pack, I know it’s five o’clock sometimes at his house too.

Young Walter Cronkite told the story of playing poker with Harry Truman and Winston Churchill with some drinking going on. (What did you do at work today?) It is reminiscent of a Harry Truman man of the people story. Harry liked to campaign at county fairs because he’d been a farmer. He could go through an Ag show and just wow them, he knew everything, just like a farmer would. He could talk to Veterans as a war Veteran would. He could talk to small businessmen as a small businessman who went broke once could. Life experience counts.

Speaking of life experiences, strange polling from the magic bee hive. Mormons who won’t vote for Donald Trump generally don’t vote at all, period. All that religious training, bike riding and magic underwear stuff riding up. A moral conflict about doing good and not cheating and stuff. Being a good citizen and not a whiner and a complainer. Trumpism, one size apparently does not fit all. The very point in space where they won’t hold their nose and vote for the Republican because Daddy told them to any more.

It is the edge where the fire starts. The harbinger of bad tidings for them in the offing. Natural, normal Republican base just plain dunking doughnuts folks and yet, there are problems. The problem for the Trump campaign is Donald hasn’t done anything too specifically wrong. He didn’t kick a dog or cuss at an old lady. That could be fixed with spin. “His comment of “Fuck You” was taken entirely out of context.

Rather, Mr. Trump makes repeated gaffes at repeated media events giving the impression to the general public he’s gone Goofy. Mr. Potato Head driving from event to event in his little car. “Hi! I’m glad you got a chance to see me! I just flew in, and boy are my arms tired.” It happens to everybody, even Wayne Newton. Eventually, the act goes stale. Is this thing on? Can you hear me in the back? I said, I just got a poodle for my wife! Huh, huh?

Pressure to perform igniting a natural fear of failure in the old boy. Completing the cycle of pressure upon pressure. Follow the advice from the new professionals or trusting with your old gut and just winging it? Or perhaps once Mr. Trump hits the footlights. He just can’t help himself anymore, going into stage mode trance and he wakes up an hour and 45 minutes later in the back of the car.

Whatever it was he had, it appears to have deserted him. Suddenly, the emperor looks naked. Why, he’s not wearing any clothes at tall! Did you hear what J.D. Vance said today? He said nothing. Better to remain silent and be thought a fool and all that. Campaigning at home in his backyard for a while. A poor turnout turning into photographic images and evidence of a campaign in deep crisis. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

The political death of one orange man is a tragedy. The political death of a Trumpasized Republican Party is a crisis. If Trump loses this election the Republican Party must/will shed it’s skin like a snake and start again, if they can. “We can no longer use the “T” word in polite company. They that were first shall be last and they that were last, shall now be first.

The polling shows it. If Republicans won’t vote for Trump, they probably won’t vote at all. That spells doom for the down ballot as the ticket grows toxic. Strangely, the free dumb caucus had promised to raise hell when Congress reconvenes in the fall. In light of new polling, perhaps a new strategy is called for? Less Trump, more compromise. I’m a Republican who can work with both sides of the aisle!

The bloom is off the rose.

The Trump campaign pins its last hopes on Willie Horton style racist advertising. Every perpetrator Kamala ever let go is black and every victim is white. The K.I.S.S principle just keep it simple. Put it down thick where the goats can get at it. Feed their fears. Offering them no alternative but just feeding their fears in rapid fire succession.

Here’s dead President Ronald Reagan to tell you why because we damn sure can’t. Ronald Reagan everybody! Huh, huh everybody? It must be important even if it’s untrue. Because it was a long time ago and he was a Republican! Huh, huh? Isn’t that a good reason to vote for Donald Trump? Cause of what Ronnie Reagan said?

If you answered no, you are probably near sane. You’d have to be about my age to remember the dark days of Ronnie Reagan, and most voters don’t know Ronnie Reagan from Mamie Eisenhower. The electorate is much too young to remember Ronnie Reagan or Calvin Coolidge or Blackjack Pershing.

This has all the earmarks of Republican desperation and collapse.