By David Glenn Cox
Hot enough for you? He asked, with an Arizona smile. 113? Just a lovely spring day. Wait until summer comes. Wait until August, when it really starts to get hot. Good thing there’s no such thing as climate change! But enough with the weather, on with the show! The orange Bozo show! An embarrassment, like a drunken parent showing up at your school recital. It was nice they thought to come, only you wished they hadn’t.
They were having a perfectly calm, sedate and productive NATO meeting, until Mr. Trump arrived and turned it into a sideshow of oafish buffoonery. “I am so great! I am so great! Hey everybody! I’m here! You can admire me now! Glad you got a chance to see me! I just flew in from bombing Iran and boy are my arms tired.” To hear Mr. Trump tell it, the Israelis were nervously wringing their hands and didn’t know what to do. They were anxiously watching and waiting for the phone to ring! “Oh, dear God! Why won’t he call? What are we going to do if Mr. Trump doesn’t call us soon!”
The orange buffoon bragged that the dictators in Saudi Arabia, Dubai and the United Arab Emirates all agreed the United States was a shit hole, until Mr.Trump arrived. Easier to play than a player piano. But even that isn’t what you need to watch. It is a sad, sickening spectacle which will only accelerate, picking up speed rolling downhill. The orange buffoon can no longer speak unless flanked by his lieutenants, Hermon Goering and Martin Borman.
Watch closely! New car sales were great in April! As everyone serious about buying a new car went out and bought one before the tariffs arrived. In May, new car showrooms became ghost towns. Because of the tariffs and the bombings and the mass deportations, many Americans became fearful and stopped spending their money. Americans spent one billion dollars less in May than in April. The housing market once on fire has now stalled. With annual home sales estimated to be the worst in four years. Gee, what happened four years ago?
If Trump’s big ugly murder bill gets signed into law, multiply that one-billion-dollar monthly figure times ten. Clinics, hospitals and nursing homes will close their doors and people will die unnecessarily in droves. If the nursing home closes near you, prices can be expected to rise in the remaining nursing homes, and it will be nationwide. Doctors, nurses, technicians and administrators will all be terminated. With no hope of finding new jobs.
With plans to gut Section Eight housing vouchers 2.3 million landlords can kiss their sweet investments goodbye. Evictions will be the order of the day with no replacement tenants coming. Good luck selling the properties then. That house WAS worth $300,000. Once it’s foreclosed on it will be worth whatever the auctioneer’s hammer says it’s worth and will most likely sit empty. The women and children will join the growing multitudes of American homeless.
Mark Twain once noted that the Ten Commandments weren’t fair. It was easy for a ten-year boy or an eighty-year-old man to not covet his neighbor’s wife. Thou shall not steal unless, looking in the eyes of your hungry children. Which then is the greater sin? Then it comes down to simple biology. Who among us will sit and starve quietly? Gutting SNAP will have a disastrous effect for the Grocery industry and prices can be expected to rise as sales fall precipitously. Every Walmart will need a police substation located conveniently inside. The jails and prisons will be filled to the rafters and only the most heinous among us will be confined, the rest turned loose with a promise of not doing it again.
Some estimates say the Big ugly murder bill will lead directly to the deaths of 50,000 Americans annually. But I don’t believe that figure for one minute. 500,000 is a figure I would believe. Once you factor in the stress and worry of a people losing their homes and futures and all that they have worked for. Then they will swallow pills or put a gun in their mouth. The broken families and shattered youth will wander the streets seeking their revenge.
It’s not like the old days. You no longer need concertina wire, watch towers or barking dogs to build a death camp. No need to drop Zyklon B into a closed room anymore. Like the Native Americans, if you exterminate their food supply and destroy their homes, the population can be expected to decrease.
My parents were children during the Great Depression. In my mother’s neighborhood the children played a game called “rock.” Anyone driving by in a new car could be expected to be pelted with rocks. Because anyone in a new car was either a debt collector or a landlord. My father was ordered to break out the windows in the empty house across the street after the landlord evicted the tenants. Until the landlord himself faced eviction. But those were gentler and naive times by today’s standards. Today the game will most likely be called GUN! Today in the United States, you can get shot for blowing your horn or wearing the wrong color baseball cap. Wait until you stir up a hornet’s nest and really piss people off!
When you’ve lived through such events and seen yourself fall from middle class to homeless, you begin to pick up mementos and remembrances of the event. I think back to Addie Polk. The eighty-year-old widow from Akron, Ohio, who shot herself in the chest while sheriff’s deputies stood on her front porch with her eviction paperwork. The first shot didn’t do the trick, so Addie shot herself in the chest once more. One more gunshot times a million others. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty pushed us off for tax cuts to have a great fall.
If the Big ugly murder bill is signed into law expect the Great Depression of 2026. Not hyperbole, but just basic math. Subtract one trillion dollars from the consumer economy and watch what happens next.
Oh, beautiful for spacious skies for amber waves of grain. For purple mountains majesty above the fruited plain. America, America, do you have no shame?
“Yet our distress comes from no failure of substance. We are stricken by no plague of locusts. Compared with the perils which our forefathers conquered because they believed and were not afraid, we have still much to be thankful for. Nature still offers her bounty and human efforts have multiplied it. Plenty is at our doorstep, but a generous use of it languishes in the very sight of the supply. Primarily this is because the rulers of the exchange of mankind’s goods have failed, through their own stubbornness and their own incompetence, have admitted their failure, and abdicated. Practices of the unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men.
True they have tried, but their efforts have been cast in the pattern of an outworn tradition. Faced by failure of credit they have proposed only the lending of more money. Stripped of the lure of profit by which to induce our people to follow their false leadership, they have resorted to exhortations, pleading tearfully for restored confidence. They know only the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no vision, and when there is no vision the people perish.” – Franklin Delano Roosevelt, March 1933
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