This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It is almost a Shakesperean tragedy or German Opera. It’s incredibly sad and gothic made up of heaven and high seas. The story of a 21 Century Tom Joad made good. The poor penitent reaching up for the sky. Willing to step on anything or anyone which might give him a leg up. “What will you give me?” The devil asks. “Will you deny thy mother and father? Will you tell any lie I ask? Will you kiss all credibility goodbye forever, for my sake? Alright then, now that we understand each other a little better. For 100 points and the chance to be my running mate! Who won the 2020 election? Go!

We all knew this issue was going to come up eventually, and they should have been better prepared. J.D. could have said when asked about the election. The courts said blah, blah, blah but we still have questions. He could have preserved his credibility AND answered the question in line with campaign’s wishes. Mr. Vance’s initial stutter set the press on fire smelling a potential weakness in the Death Star.

So, do tell Linus. Tell us all about the Great Pumpkin again. Forced to say before the world’s media. I am a shameless fraud! I am an actor playing a part and this is my line. “Yes, I think Donald Trump won the 2020 election. I’m willing to deny reality,” if asked.  J.D. is caught between the pincers, of company man and soulless idiot or admit the truth which is quite impossible.

J.D. Vance knows Joe Biden won the 2020 election and most everyone watching knows that J.D. knows it too. So, it becomes and exercise in public debasement. “Yes, I will say anything for money! My soul knows no boundaries for you, your worship! I am a helpless pawn in the employ of others. Yes, yes whatever you ask, I’ll say it. Only don’t send me back!”

I’m not like them. I’m one of you now! I belong on the golf course not in the work force. No more mobile homes or hamburger helper for me. I’m moving on up to the big time. I’m a Senator from one of the poorest regions of Ohio advocating for the rich and powerful. I’d even sign on as Donald Trump’s running mate. I’ll say anything; I’ll do anything! I’ll make the devil barf at my own debasement.

Mr. Trump himself had been pretty low key on the 2020 election issue and was willing to let sleeping lies dog. But they asked J.D. in the debate, who won the 2020 election? A simple enough question to answer with half a dozen dodges available and J.D. goes into deer in the headlight’s mode. “Aaaaah, ba, ba, ba, Don…ald Trump did?” They smile to him from offstage, he’s made the right choice.

Let’s rip that bandage off and revisit 2020 election denying! What could possibly go wrong there? And there is only one reason why they would choose to go that route. They can see the future without the need of a crystal ball. It’s all slipping away and there is an intense desire to do or say something. Anything which might upset the flow and stave off the coming inevitable defeat.

I imagine they polled each of the Republican House and Senate candidates (Not!) and asked them what they think of this scorched Earth campaign? Do you believe in Donald Trump or not? One-word answers only please. Are you a defeatist or do you still believe in the orange Fuhrer?

How much is 2 + 2 Winston? It’s 5 isn’t it, Winston? It’s 5 if Donald Trump says it’s 5, isn’t Winston?

J.D. has inadvertently thrown down the gauntlet and given the Republican Party a litmus test. Do you believe in Donald Trump, despite whatever your five senses might be telling you? Who won the 2020 election?

It is a losing strategy born out of desperation. As time goes by the number of those still believing Donald Trump’s election lies goes down. Like 9/11, 1/6 was a traumatic event which left a scar and a sour taste in our mouths. Bringing it up again won’t win any votes. Like bringing up a divorce at Christmas, it’s a negative and not a positive.

But now assuming you’re a malignant narcissist with overtones of insane paranoia. It would be important, if not necessary, to generate some sort of loyalty oath. Are you with me here? Yes, or no?  Some sort of test of faith or blood oath. “I believe in Donald Trump, I believe in the holy Republican Party. I believe the Fuhrer has wonder weapons and he won the 2020 election.”

Just about flat Earthers, but not quite. But each Trump loyalty test trims the herd. It isn’t new or fun anymore. But by now, it’s one toke over the line, causing Trump fatigue.

Donald Trump has backed out of a 60 Minutes interview and I think I know why. They were planning on asking Donald that ugly question directly. No, no, no  you can’t ask Jesus if he believes in Jesus. Mr. Trump would rather let others speak in his defense. But it’s too late for that now.

The can of worms has officially been opened. Donald Trump must run away from the media. Team Trump says there was no interview officially set. Just a time and a date and a location for the interview. Other than that, the details were still a bit sketchy.

Oh, see now our brave hero Sancho Panza who tried his best. Lying crushed and broken, slaughtered by the outrageous actions of his own tongue. Fools rushing in where silence fears to tread.

“I’ve also been told it makes a good impression to begin modestly by asserting that novels no longer have heroes because individuals have ceased to exist, that individualism is a thing of the past, that all human beings are lonely, all equally lonely, with no claim to individual loneliness, that they all form some nameless mass devoid of heroes.” ― Günter Grass