This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It was a great day to be an American. To hang out with all my terrorist friends, violent criminals, and illegal aliens. A crowd of around 2,500 lined the streets with signs, flags, and enthusiasm. It was the largest crowd I’ve ever seen assembled here in tiny Casa Grande, AZ. Larger even than the Christmas parade. The largest annual event this small town offers. It painted a picture which cannot be avoided or diluted by politicians.

How pissed off are Americans at the Trump administration? Really pissed off! One reporter took a few snapshots for the local newspaper and fled. Interviews? What for? With an average of a thousand cars an hour, horns were blowing and people in the cars were giving us the thumbs up. I only counted five or six cars actively and obviously from the other side. Rough estimate 5,000 in favor and six to ten individuals opposed. One pickup truck had “RIP Charlie Kirk” written on the back window with the “The left is violent” on the other side of the window. Another pickup truck passed by several times, spraying the crowd with noxious diesel exhaust. Clever retort, don’t you think? Very illustrative and instructional when Fascists begin to lose, they pout, throwing their toys down and then slinking away whimpering.

It was a picture of the midterms elections to come and sent an electric message through the halls of Congress. It delivered a message to the Orange house as well. The orange turd began to rant and plead like a con man trying to win back the crowd he’s losing. Nationally, it was the largest protest gathering in modern American history. It was Woodstock without the music. And as large as the crowds were here in sunny Casa Grande, it was a comfort knowing there was another just like it being held twenty miles up the road in the next small town. And another and another and another.

All week, Republican politicians were shitting on “No King’s and calling “No King’s” the “Hate America” rally. One protest sign asked, “If I really hated America, would I be here?” Now, after the protest, the Republicans have gone to ground. Mindful of the upcoming elections. It would be damned foolish to insult a crowd of that size. You can see now the survival skills of one Margaret Tator Greene rise. Her phone has been ringing, and she wet her finger and put it up in the air. From mainstream Maga to mumbling moderate. From insurrectionist to insulated survivalist.

And Portland shall lead them. The comic inflatable animal costumes were everywhere. They offered me a purple hippopotamus costume, but I declined. Like John Hancock, I want the king to know it’s me! There is nothing quite so exhilarating and empowering as stepping off the curb to protest against your government. To be in a large crowd of those who agree with you. Boy, did we send a message. We unhinged the king from the doorframe and cast a pall over the entire Junta.

There are rumors circulating Republicans in congress are secretly building a spine factory. That 100 members are ready for a jailbreak in an attempted escape from the clutches of the evil one. What message did they absorb through osmosis yesterday? The rally might have been a turning point, but you never know about these things, until after it’s all over. But for the Trump administration, it was a crack in the world. A sign the tide is ebbing and their time grows short.

Signaling their power is slipping away and the tools which once worked for them will no longer work. Fear, frenzy and lies. What do they do now?

The king ranted and raved offensive nonsense for hours and hours on his Twuth social account. A wise dictator might have ignored it all by adding, “Oh, was that today?” But not this orange monstrosity. If you had any doubts about the dictator’s emotional stability, your questions were answered yesterday.

“I’m still big! It’s the pictures that have gotten smaller!” For a delusional narcissist like Trump, it must have been terrifying! “Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy, can you hear me? Go to the mirror, boy!” Let’s see how long the king’s visit to another dimension lasts. How long will it take him to come down out of his tree and regain his equilibrium? “I’m still big! I’m still big! They still love me! I know they do!” But deep down inside, way down below his emotional basement, is the flickering light and a small voice inside announcing, “it’s all over.” And it feels good to say, WE did that!

Oh, the poor innocent White House staff. I bet it was a terrible day for them. “Mr. President?” Rarr! “I’ve brought you your favorite dinner, sir. Two big Macs, a Quarter Pounder with cheese, a Fila fish. Two orders of large fries and a large diet coke.” Rarr! “Okay, maybe later. Can we send in the clean-up crew before the ketchup dries?” Rarr! “Okay, maybe later.”

I feel better even if the orange nightmare does not. I feel better, especially if the orange one does not. He’s ruined many of my days and it felt really good to return the favor. It felt really good to send a message to Washington that they don’t dare ignore. Empowering good Americans and frightening and demoralizing the fascists.

One of the organizers told me this protest was much larger than the last. I offered, wait until you see the next one! It was a great day to be an American! A great day to say to the power elite, “You had better fucking pay attention. Or, maybe someday they might wish that they had.

I am physically exhausted, but emotionally fulfilled.

“Imperfect action is better than perfect inaction.”
― Harry S. Truman

“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.” ― John Steinbeck

Thank you for reading and supporting “This Carbon-Based Life” Ruining the king’s supper every chance I get! Damn, the ketchup bottle torpedoes! Full speed ahead!  Hope to see you there, next time!