This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

Why does a government act against its own better interests? Why does it enact policies which are both unpopular and bad for business? Calling out the natural guard is the king’s most unpopular action so far. So why would they ignore the polls? And threaten to keep it up. It’s completely counter intuitive. If this were an issue which was popular, it would be understandable. But if you’re polling in the twenties with your baseline Republican voters, maybe it’s time to consider a policy change?

But Trump throws out his lightning bolts like Zeus on Mount Olympus and the devil cries out more! The devil cries, “give them a little hurt and pain.” How about a little fire there, scarecrow! Let’s hurt their businesses and maybe they will become more amenable to our suggestions. It could be a major disconnect thinking by sending in the guard he’s teaching local business leaders a harsh lesson. You do what Trump says or I’ll ruin your business! Which at the same time undercuts the support of his base? See the dilemma?

They’re trying to threaten their business friends while alienating the voters. The Trumpers might be a little dim or misguided, but even a mother, Trumper out there knows a soldier on the street when he sees one. Those are the same soldiers they feared Obama would use against them when Fox News said Obama was going to declare martial law. A paranoid fantasy nightmare they’ve been having for years. While you and I slept at peace. Even among the alarmists, it is alarming. They’re not too stupid to understand why they raided John Bolton’s house. Maybe he’s thinking about writing another book? A book where he will say more of those hurtful things about the king again. A book with big words and footnotes and everything. That won’t do!

Maybe he’s been out gathering information for that book. He knows everybody! The walls have ears and a well-connected crazy man with business skills could maybe find out a thing or two. Maybe it’s just general paranoia. He knows all of his book learning and writing stuff down and that makes him a threat. Is it just me or does the king use that solution a lot? Charge them with something! Anything! Your pick. Spitting on the sidewalk and stepping on a crack. That’s conspiracy to commit felonious assault on your mother’s back!

Maybe Bolton is the main man in the cell of the Republican underground. The deep state gone underground, working surreptitiously unseen and unnoticed to hobble the Trump regime in any way possible. By facilitating leaks and the spreading of rumors. Bolton is the type of little crazy guy the other little crazy guys could easily coalesce around. The Administration fears this little guy for some reason. The quiet little bookish crazy man silently pulling strings in an underground organization.

I sense a high anxiety among the Trump regime with firings and lie detector tests. They’ve got the paranoia fever bad. Never you mind what we’re doing. None of your business. Long on pronouncements and short on details. The king declares we’re going to put a nuclear reactor on the moon! That way, our astronauts will have plenty of clean, safe energy at their disposal when working on the moon. But the king forgets he’s just cut the NASA budget in half. There is no rocket or moon lander available.

The thinking is all disjointed. They chose Alligator Alcatraz simply for the name. They wanted the camp in a swamp to add drama to the situation. They would have opened the camp on the edge of a smoldering volcanic caldera if they had one handy. But that’s the disconnect part. Somehow, someway, they think this will be popular with the base, when it’s not. The camp administration has to deal with the same sweltering heat and twin-engine mosquitoes as the prisoners. The same bad water and same constant rain and wet conditions. It’s not just Devil’s Island for the prisoners. But somebody upstairs thought it was a cool name.

Is this all the kings doing? Or is this the king’s not doing? Are his underlings running rogue in a slavish attempt to brown nose the boss? Or is the king directing every line? It would be easy enough for low brow thuggish types drunk with power to go overboard and choose a camp for just the stupid name. Low brow thuggish type ICE director Tom Holman announces, “Speedway Slammer” as the name for the new concentration camp located outside of Indianapolis. The Chamber of Commerce had a duck fit! And that name was never to be spoken of ever, ever again.

Nobody bothered to pick up the phone and ask the locals. What would you think if we called it this? When Holman announced the name, he was smiling. Hoping we got his little joke “Speedway Slammer? Huh, huh, ” Pretty good, huh? What do you mean they don’t like it? Hopping mad about what? They are doing the best they can with what inabilities they have available. Obviously, no oversight, Just! I got an idea! We’ll call it the “Speedway Slammer!” Of course, there was no dissension in the ranks. Everybody thought it was a really great name.

Who knew Hoosiers were so sensitive about a racetrack? Is it home-grown collective stupidity? Where everyone just does what they like until they bump into something, or someone says stop it! Or is it directed stupidity with orders straight from the top down?

Republicans in California are going to sue over redistricting. They feel certain it is wrong. But nobody bothered to contact Texas and explain to them why redistricting is wrong. The king had an idea and whispered it in the one-star state’s governor Gregg (Bubba) Abbott’s ear. And like a good lackey, he sat up and held the bone in his teeth. Presenting it to the RedState rubber stamp duma for immediate approval.

Thinking this will help them win five seats without any understanding it could cost them five seats. It could cost them ten or twenty seats nationwide. It’s a self-destructive policy terribly thought out and poorly executed. And the jobs report is coming next week! Put on your hip waders it’s going to get deep.

I heard an anecdote the other day. A fella called the concrete company and asked. “Can I get fifty yards of concrete delivered tomorrow at seven o’clock in the morning? The answer came ringing back, “Sure!” But it was the way he said sure. He said it like a man who didn’t have enough work at the height of the construction season. A vendor who could easily fit you in tomorrow at the most prime hour of the day. When times are good, you’d have to call weeks in advance, but the man can fit you in for tomorrow! That one word “Sure” says more than the whole damn jobs report.

In the busiest month of the year, we can fit you in tomorrow at the busiest hour of the day. “Sure, no problem!”

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