This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

Watch closely for this time won’t come again. We’ve withstood the thrills, chills and spills of Trumpism. And now, the after apogee. Trailing smoke and sparks headed for the scene of the crash. Trumpism is dying right before our eyes. Death spasms as person or persons unknown, fired into the empty Democratic headquarters in Tempe, Arizona. (Second time)

I’ll sneak out with my rifle in the middle of the night and fire into an empty building why? To show everybody how tough they are when no one’s around? A loose mind unable to grok democracy? A petty little person sensing the coming end who strikes out in anger. Hearing the waterfall ahead and unable to avoid going over.

Yesterday, I was watching TV when a Reuben Gallego ad came on with the usual montage of political images. The most prominent was his Republican opponent, Kari Lake. Ms. Lake was standing beside Donald Trump. Donald Trump is now a negative number. Last time around (your picture here) with Donald was considered a positive. Something which would help you with fundraising. Not anymore.

Run, run, run away quick! Donald Trump’s coming! Don’t let yourself be seen with him!

Remember how the Republican politicians used to line up outside Mar-a-Lago to pay homage? Members of Congress flying in, coming to seek his views and his absolutions. Now, they avoid the place like Chernobyl.

Forty days out from the election and for Donald Trump there is not one good fucking number to be had anywhere in the country. There’s always a bright spot somewhere, right? We’re doing better in Frog Stomp county than we did four years ago! Nope, nowhere, the Trump news is universally bad. And it is irrevocable, everything new soon becomes old. You can only be new once, then you are old forever.

But because of our 21^st Century electronic symphonic Tik Tock nightmare “new” doesn’t last like it used to. Ho hum, what else can you show me? The weed benders are growing tired of the same old act. It isn’t that the hoosters don’t agree with Donald Trump. It’s the snore factor. They’ve heard this song before and seen the monster truck with side pipes. The cult hankers for something new, with a crazy beat.

Mr. Trump’s campaign is aimed specifically at preaching to the choir. Let’s recap. This same campaign approach, which failed in 2020. So, let’s try it again? Is that the plan? The road map to victory? Crime, Immigration, and fear mongering? How does that attract or bring in any new voters? Considering Trump didn’t have enough voter’s last time. Clearly, the goal should be bringing in new voters. Instead, they firewall off the old ones sleepwalking and pretending like it will be good enough.

J. D. Vance has proven himself to be a human gaffe machine who could help the campaign immeasurably more by going home and shutting up and staying there. Somewhere in Alaska, Sarah Palin leans over the bar downs her shot and shouts “Who is the worst candidate ever now Motherfucker!” Most Vice-presidential candidates should be seen and not heard anyway. As if the campaign wasn’t in enough trouble, J.D. and his guyliner and his childless cat ladies and Springfield. Holy shit! Never have so few, done so much, to sink one man.

Donald Trump hatched a clever plan. He was going to shut down the government. If Trump couldn’t unconstitutionally upend state voting laws. An obvious power grab to take national control of the elections. Under this Faustian bargain, unless Trump got what he wanted he would shut down Washington using his mighty powers. Four years ago, this might have been a serious threat.

Only this time, Mr. Trump’s plan was given short shrift. All those in favor? All those opposed? The bill is defeated and moving on to new business. In and out in twenty minutes. Okay, we voted on it. You lost, now go away. We all want to go home, and you’re holding us up. A devilishly clever if ill-conceived crazy ass Hail Mary nonsense plan Congress wanted no part of. One reading and straight into the trash can.

Trump’s power is waning in the universe. His debate performance was disturbing, damning, and frightening even to his friends and allies. Where have they all gone? Those politicians who so eagerly supported Mr. Trump? Who will speak for Brutus now?

Some fear the Speaker of the House Mike Penis euphemism won’t certify the election. But he will. He will quietly certify the election and say nothing more about it. In the face of Trumpism in smithereens, Johnson won’t volunteer to be the last soldier to die in the war.  A pointless exercise certain to bring about legal ramifications which will help the Republicans how exactly in future elections?

It’s over! It’s all over. Congress wants nothing more to do with Donald Trump. Republican politicians are avoiding Donald Trump. Nikki Haley was asked why she supported Donald Trump? Her answer spoke volumes “because he was the Republican nominee.” Party loyalty and that’s all. Not one redeeming feature, just because I’m supposed to. Calm down, curb your enthusiasm!

But there has been a sense of inevitability ever since Joe Biden stepped down. A stumble the Trump team has been unable to catch their feet from. Let’s face it, He’s not the same Donald Trump he once was. And as his support erodes and the polls spell doom he presses. Sounding more animated, unhinged and almost frantic like Rain man, because it is the end of the dusty trail and Donald Trump knows it.

Mr. Trump says he won’t run again in 2028, but I don’t remember anyone asking him. “You won’t have Nixon to kick around anymore. I’m not obsolete! I can still be useful; I’ll only be a spry 82! I’m still relevant!” But that’s just the point. Trumpism is on the back foot and the back nine headed for the clubhouse of history. Leaving behind a Republican Party in ruins for possibly a generation.

“If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is the person who continues in his self-deception and ignorance who is harmed.” ― Marcus Aurelius