This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

Push has come to shove, history says, don’t let your mouth write checks your butt can’t cash. IF Donald Trump doesn’t show his ass up to ABC on September 10^th with a smile on his face and crust knocked off his mouth. Stick a fork in him, he’s done. Oh no, he can’t back out now. Not without a serious loss of face. The bully’s bluff has finally been called.

Thrash her Bubba! Use that famous orange magic. Use your presence and your oratory skills! Come on tough guy. Where are you going? What’s your hurry? If Donald fails to debate, he loses the election. A simple no show is admitting that defeat. It is a very curious thing and getting curiouser by the hour. If this were the movie Psycho, Donald would be putting on mama’s dress right about now.

It is a sea change, a crumbling dissolution and serious mental breakdown. His delusions are being challenged. I have mentioned how Donald and his campaign staff don’t seem to see eye to eye. Can you imagine the heated conversations going on behind closed doors? “NOT DEBATE? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, NOT DEBATE? YOU CAN’T DO THAT! YOU JUST CAN’T!”

And for every candidate with an “R” beside their names will pay the price. The day the Republican music died leaving behind a moldering rotting corpse. Can you imagine what sixty more days of Republican Gaffe stock will do to Donald Trump’s popularity?

Donald Trump might be insane, but he’s not blind. He has people telling him the real poll numbers. The numbers are reflected in his face. The increased campaigning seems to be taking a physical toll. Mr. Trump appeared before the National Guard Association. Huh? Pretty clever huh? National Guard? But it didn’t go too well. His shoulders rounded his arms out beside him beseeching us all to continue accepting his lies and excuses. In a low energy Grandpa’s got the blues performance.

Obviously tired, as the slurred speech issue begins to become more common. Trump attacked Joe Biden’s withdrawal from Afghanistan, but fun fact. Joe Biden isn’t running for office. The message isn’t getting through to Donald. Talking about the past over and over isn’t a clear path to victory, it’s a roadmap to Buck’s Pocket. A deep dark canyon in North Alabama reputed to be the final estate for disgraced politicians. So far out in the woods they couldn’t find you even if they looked really hard.

What’s plan B? Why is blaming Kamala not working? Does it seem a little thin and cheap? Just scratching out Joe’s name and writing in Kamala’s with a Sharpie like Donald’s favorite weather map. But it’s not working as time marches on, and Donald is having trouble keeping up. Staking all of their bets on the border and the economy.

On the wrong side of Women’s issues, and proudly so. The Republicans want to pass the issue of reproductive freedom on to the states. While the Republican states do their best to keep the issue from ever reaching the state ballot. This issue will be on the ballot nationally this November 4^th.

It’s not just the decline and fall of Donald Trump. It’s the time, it changed while no one was looking. Old folks pass away, and new folks take their place, and it has been eight years! Times change and Donald Trump doesn’t. He’s captured in amber, a rare fossil from another time like tail fins on a 59 Cadillac.

Donald sees what fate has in store for him and just lowers his head. The counter puncher is punched out. Everything in Donald Trump’s life hinges on this election. Either the Presidency or ignominy. If he loses this election he is out of politics, effective immediately. Donald’s only future is yesterday. If he thinks they will keep on sending him money after the election, he is insane. When you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re Donald Trump. Too old to try it again in 28. Donald becomes the aging grand poobah elder statesman with nothing to offer but a photo op and a wave. Leaving in his wake the total devastation of the Republican Party.

Starting all over again from scratch after making Donald Trump the figurehead for the Republican Party. The voters will repudiate them both as one and the same. The election of Abraham Lincoln destroyed the Whig Party and they never recovered. This could be the end or at least a dark retrenchment of the Republican Party retreating to the deep South, Indiana, and Utah.

It was the grand overreach and a grand illusion. Everything was rocking along pretty good there for the cult. They were proud of what they had done. And they wanted to do even more. Project 2025 and more! Arrest the thought criminals and begin the mass deportations. What could go wrong?

It is intangible what exactly happened. Suddenly for some reason beyond knowing it just happened. He wasn’t Donald Trump billionaire with a mansion and a yacht anymore. He became Donald Trump…again? Angry crank blathering on about something. He quickly became passé and a sad caricature of himself. Sad Grandpa telling the stories we’ already know and telling jokes we’ve all heard before.

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

I’ll never look into your eyes  again

The end – Jim Morrison