By David Glenn Cox
My math skills are truly awful. But it seems if you use X (not to be confused with social media company) as the number of available office hours and divide them by the number of tasks necessary. It quickly becomes obvious there aren’t enough hours in the day. Tasks need to be prioritized and delegated to accomplish as much as possible in the time allowed.
So, if the little king is obsessed with going after his enemies. Obsessed with entering the way back machine and going back in time to prosecute James Comey. How many hours are left over? An affair over and done with. Why would you want to dig it up again? No one cares about it except Trump himself. He’s trying to rewrite history. As if it would do any good. As if a legal hack job at this point, will change minds and impress upon the American psyche the idea that it was somehow wrong to prosecute Donald Trump in the first place.
There might be some legitimacy to it, if that political rival could still be a threat to you. But James Comey has no power to threaten anyone. This is what Mr. Burns lies awake thinking about nights? Charging the windmill of his first administration on his burro and lance? Going back in time to fix the past and make the world safe for hypocrisy?
In a sane world, a sane leader wouldn’t let that sort of thing become public knowledge. He’s petty and holds petty grudges, and he always feels compelled to retaliate. A clever adversary could use that flaw someday. But it signals there is something wrong inside the lighthouse. Because the little beacon is not going round and round, the way it should anymore. It’s not just morally (morally?) bad politics, it’s temperamentally bad politics.
The king seeks battle again over dragons already slain and aims to right the wrongs of the past. No! There’s nothing wrong with that! That’s perfectly normal! Lots of perfectly normal people on watch lists fixate on the past and ruminate about events of eight years ago. Sounds like something from a Superman plot. Lex Luther promising Superman! Even if it takes me eight years!” I mean, who does that?
But the Federal prosecutor balked. Complaining, he couldn’t find anything to charge Comey with. Well, you make something up, guy! Geez, why must you bring legality into every conversation? The president wants it done, understand? Are you in or are you out? Your replacement is warming up in the bullpen. The prosecutor was pressured, quit, fired, separated, terminated and no longer with the office. Lifted for a pinch hitter. A babe in a business suit and former Miss Colorado candidate to take his place.
She’ll take the case, Mr. President! She’ll prosecute James Comey for you, Mr. President! She’s tried three cases in front of the Federal bench before. Shucks, this ought to be easy! The pattern is pretty clear from the plethora of Trump lawsuits. He’s suing everyone for fifteen or twenty billion dollars until it’s time to put their cards on the table. Headlines are made and then the administration quietly folds and drops their suit with little fanfare.
That’s really crazy behavior. Spending all your time on settling scores from the last decade. On the one hand, it’s spinning his wheels and doing doughnuts in their front yard. But it’s just so not normal. It’s a waste of today trying to fix yesterday. And what’s more, Trump doesn’t even whisper his instructions to his underlings or deliver a dead fish to your door. No, Trump comes right out and says it straight up! “Hey, look everyone! Look at me! I’m crazy as hell!” Twenty-fifth what?
Trump goes to the United Nations to bitch and complain about his problems. Can’t we put the world’s problems on hold here for a second and let him whine? His escalator stopped! The First Lady could have been thrown to her death from her $9,000 high-heeled shoes. An escalator speeding along like that at one or two miles per hour can be deadly! And how about that teleprompter operator? Get his name. He’s looking at some federal time! It’s a crime to startle the first lady.
We are witnessing the high-water mark. After the Saint Charlie Kirk memorial, party rally and car show. Charlie can do them no more good. Designed to incite and unify, the Trump supporters pounded asunder by the king’s unpopular policies. Where have all the nuts gone? The traditional Trump apologists, always so quick to defend his every outrage.
The best way not to get hit by a train is to listen to the sound of the rails. A recent Atlas poll of a congressional generic ballot Republican/Democrat found Democrat + 8. Democrat + 3 would signal a coming change in the house. Democrat +8 signals an earthquake. “Quick! Hide! Before the voters blame us for him! I’m not going to defend him and see that sound bite used against me in November. You’re on your own Donald!
It’s a sign of late-stage fascism. The group is now obsessed with rooting out fifth columnists and subversives. The happy times are over. Now we settle scores, so everyone can see the elephant never forgets. The message morphs from “follow the king” to “You had better follow the king, if you know what’s good for you!” Don’t foolishly let your credibility stand in the way of your political advancement. The king wants someone to prosecute James Comey. Are you in or out?
There is a national weariness after a long day on the midway of Crazy town. Between the endless series of sirens, hawkers and whores. The endless series of cray, cray executive pronouncements. He’s going to change the Washington Commanders back to the Redskins. It’s not the Department of Defense anymore. It’s the Department of War! And 86 proof Pete Hegseth is the Secretary of War, not the Secretary of Defense. Only, don’t tell anyone, but 86 proof Pete is still the Secretary of Defense. The Trump Junta needed congressional approval to change the name of a cabinet level department officially.
So, what they did was to just pretend to change the name. Pete’s official title is still Secretary of Defense, but we all call him casually, the Secretary of War! That’s normal, isn’t it? Isn’t that completely normal? To just make up our own names, titles and realities?
“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” ― Mark Twain
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