This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

I saw it again yesterday. In fact, I saw it twice in the same day. Wayward Republican politicians who foolishly allowed themselves to be snared by the public. I’ve seen north of eight or ten of these affairs now, and they are all basically the same. A high school gymnasium somewhere filled to the rafters with red and purple faced furious, angry people. Humorously, most attending seem to be Republican adherents or at least former Republican adherents.

Most Democrats see attending a Republican congress critters open house or public meetings as an exercise in futility. A painful, pointless exercise like do-it-yourself dentistry. So, the attending crowds are mostly Republicans and boy, are they angry! They aren’t you stayed out late mad. They’re you wrecked daddy’s car angry. Just for reference, I remember Vietnam angry. This is different, and this is worse.

The protests against the Vietnam war were different. The anger was about a government’s actions at home and half a world away. But it was going on half a world away. This is going on right here. People are angry in the first person. Never mind the boys overseas, you guys are fucking up the economy!

People attending Republican town halls are furious with troops in the street. I saw a video of soldiers in Chicago yesterday. Defending State Street and Wacker Drive at two o’clock on a Monday afternoon. Good luck, boys! Thanks for keeping us safe in broad daylight on Main St. But literate or not, people know what soldiers in the streets mean and they don’t like it!  

Maine’s Susan Collins was opening a grocery store or a hat museum or something. One of those projects you wonder how they get funding year after year. The Fishhook Museum or the antique wagon wheel collection. Anyway, Ms. Susan never got to the ribbon cutting. They were letting her have it, but good! Their issue was her support for Donald Trump. They were strongly against it and used every adjective available to explain it to her until there was no doubt left in her mind.

Then there was the dick weasel from Wisconsin. Young guy, super confident and had all the answers. Probably an attorney. Everything was going great until he uttered the orange “T” word. The place erupted in a group spasm. But the dick weasel was super confident. And tried to calm them down with. “Come on, you guys all like Trump, don’t you?” Wrong question!

He walked in super confident and backed out with a gun, a whip, and a chair fighting off the lions. And the really hilarious part is I read polls almost every day and they all tell me Donald Trump is at 29% or 32% or even 39% popularity. Yet, my eyes tell me every day that is not so. I read this one yesterday. This poll said Trump was doing better with women. In this poll of 1,000 alleged persons, Donald Trump’s popularity with women had risen from 29% to 32%. Winston Smith couldn’t have written that any better.

In a poll of 1,000 people rising, 3% in a particular group segment amounts to four or five people. In a random sample, that’s statistically nothing! But it’s reported as news! The king is doing much better with the ladies! Always good news! The King’s approval is up by 3%! Maybe. Never mind the 68 or 69% who still hate his guts!

The people are furious about the big, horrible bill. Angry as hell about the Medicaid cuts. They are angry about trade and tariffs. Angry about ICE and concentration camps. There is an old adage which goes, “every generation votes Democratic at least once, because they have to.”

When you look behind the scenery, you begin to see Texas redistricting for what it truly is. Republicans see a tsunami coming and wanted to backstop the Republican majority. They aren’t trying to add seats; they are trying to defend them.

Aside from the tariffs and the concentration camps, mass arrests big, beautiful bill and soldiers in the streets. There is the issue of the nonstop Trump chatter. The endless buffoonery and monolog of madness emanating from the monster’s pie hole. He’s going to rename football teams and do away with mail in voting and Thursdays. It’s Tylenol! Nobody thought of that but us? People always think medicine is complicated. Nope! It’s simple. Anyone can do it!

But this endless prattling line of agitation, fabrication, prevarication leaves one tired and worn out with the constant Fuhrer talk. It’s just my opinion, but I think the people have heard just about enough. From what I’ve witnessed people are tired of listening and ready to do some talking for themselves. The American people are angry like I’ve never seen them angry before.

They are so angry they will demand Trump’s removal right after the midterm elections. That will be job one for the new congress. JD Vance will head a caretaker administration in the footsteps of Jerry Ford. And the Trump experiment will be over. The spell is broken, and angry mobs are beginning to form. You knew it had to come to this sooner or later. Every Jim Jones or Jim Baker is found out, eventually.

Trump is broken, and the fever is gone with only the media left to prop him up. The underlings, suck ups and sycophants are starting to back away. Already Donald Trump is the most unpopular president in all of American history. Give it another year to percolate and watch what happens next.

In such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common difficulties. They concern, thank God, only material things. Values have shrunken to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers find no markets for their produce; the savings of many years in thousands of families are gone.

More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.

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.

The money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths. The measure of the restoration lies in the extent to which we apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit. – Franklin Delano Roosevelt

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