By David Glenn Cox
I wake up every morning and rush to log into my computer. Hoping he’s gone. I had my hopes up this morning because he hadn’t been seen publicly in over twenty-four hours. That’s not like an attention junkie. When last seen, he was embarrassing himself in front of a room full of generals. He stood stooped, and his speech was slow (Slower than usual). He rambled, (More than usual). It was the kind of performance to prompt the question, “Are you feeling okay?”
Even the media has taken note. So, the story is big with a huge potential audience. The media’s job is to create a false narrative to report and distort the news. So, if the media is willing to ask if he’s sick or not, he must be either on his last legs. Or, there’s nothing to it. We are only allowed to view the presented protected view of King Donald the (you know). I saw Ronald Reagan once when the cameras were off. It was not pretty. A senile old boob with dyed jet-black hair and clownish white pancake make-up and rouge.
I can only imagine what this dumpster fire’s behavior is like when the stage lights go down. I mean, if he behaves that peculiarly and rambles and babbles even when on his best behavior. The steel reality his handler’s face must test human endurance. And with this cast of characters surrounding him? Sleep with your bedroom door locked, Mr. President. Read Shakespeare! Hire security to watch your security. Remember what happened to your pal Jeff!
If they were ever to find him slumped over his desk. It would be like “Weekend at Bernie’s.” No telling how long they could pull it off. “He’s got a cold, and the doctor recommended bed rest.” Order up some Trump AI. “Thanks for all the cards and letters, everyone! I’ll be back on my feet in a day or two. In a day or two, in a day or two.” (Kicks machine) The lights go down and there is a guy named Morty sitting at the King’s desk in a green suit with a green screen behind him in a television studio.
Maybe hire a few body doubles. If you put on enough of this orange crap, from a distance they’ll never know the difference! Oh, if only we could see for ten minutes of what goes on behind closed doors. A narcissistic eighty-year-old man. Pampered, both literally and figuratively, by a lifetime of excess and prosperity. The bratty, spoiled little rich kid, all grown up. All grown old and suffering with the brain plaque. Probably cranky most of the time. We know how the ketchup flies when tempers flare.
This is where the choice of Shady JD was important. The team was looking for someone affable and gullible enough to sign on with Trump. Ooh, the lure and temptation! “We want you to be the running mate for the oldest man ever to run for president.” Swish! But it’s Donald Trump. Aww! They were looking for someone with no baggage. Someone presentable, but not too likeable. A man with no following behind him whatsoever. A blank slug designed to fit in a slot. Someone who adds to the ticket by taking nothing away from the ticket but adding nothing to it either. That’s zero with a V.
A politician would have to be mighty low on ambition to not take that job offer seriously. Worst-case scenario, a pension for life or maybe a life sentence. Same thing, only one comes with walls. So, if it were you and knowing what you know about Donald Trump, would you do it? Would you take the job? Knowing that if anything goes wrong. Donald Trump will most certainly throw you under the bus. Knowing that chances are, things will go wrong. And everyone, but everyone, who has ever signed on with Donald Trump has regretted it.
So, as you look at the offer, you ask casually. “What happened to the last guy in the job?” An angry mob tried to kill him. But don’t worry, that was a long time ago!
And it’s then you begin to grasp the intellectual powers of Mr. Vance. Stand him up against former vice presidents, and what do you see? Don’t say Gomer Pyle right off. Use your imagination! He knows it! He’s well aware. Shady grew his beard to make himself look older and less? Less squirrel cheeked goofy looking. Now, instead of looking like Reggie from the Archie comic books, he looks like a drunken wolfman at the office Christmas party. I don’t know whether to admire JD’s courage or laugh at his foolishness. A riverboat gambler with a pair of threes. There’s only one reason JD would ever take that wager. It’s the same reason that makes me get up in the morning and check the news myself!
It’s a time vs. liability gambit. Can JD last long enough until Trump’s battery finally gives out? Can he survive until Trump throws him under the bus? When you look at the king’s background, the prospects appear good. The king doesn’t eat right. He doesn’t exercise. He doesn’t listen to his doctors. He keeps odd hours. Does he sleep poorly? Or is he mentally over stimulated? Is it one or both? On paper, the king doesn’t look like a man headed for a long life.
But unfortunately for Shady JD, the second half is darker than the first Trump term. The liability rises with time. The chances are equally as great JD will end up as the second most hated man in recent recorded human history behind Donald Trump.
It’s funny, (peculiar, not ha-ha) How the biggest news story in the United States goes totally unreported. Angry town halls, furious farmers, people in the streets and government shutdowns. A disaster scape with the wreckage growing all around us. And the media, with a cheerful North Korean smile, tells us the president’s popularity stands at 29%! I would believe half of that number! And with the Argentine grain deal bailout and the government shutdown, I wouldn’t believe 9%.
Donald Trump is at war with the American people. He’s no longer presenting any semblance of the benevolent leader. He’s doing things intentionally just to hurt Americans. The clearest violation of his presidential oath imaginable. This is King Donald, the bastard. King Donald, the most hated! I now understand the American Revolution much better than before. I now understand about the patriot’s anger and their hatred for a mad king.
“When the forces of oppression come to maintain themselves in power against established law; peace is considered already broken.” ― Ernesto Che Guevara
Thank you for reading and supporting “This Carbon-Based Life.” Somewhere I hear a prison cell calling my name.
“Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
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