This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

I have a magic wand and with it, you can see the unseen and hear the unheard. Hrump’s Asia visit is going badly, because it is unseen and it is unheard. The orange carbuncle got off the plane in Kuala Lumpur dancing with the dignity of Saturday night at the dive bar. And then…Nothing! News reports show still photos. “The President is expected to meet with the Japanese Prime Minister.” The president is expected to sign a trade deal with China. The parties have agreed in principle. Translation – No deal, yet! Gonna, maybe, possibly, soon.

In these days of the 24-hr. corrupt news cycle. No video means it is not going well. The problem, it seems, is the putrid petulant porker’s reputation precedes him. He’s on this side of an issue and then he’s on that side. He wants Ukraine to surrender and then he offers them weapons. He talks about taking over other countries and murdering fishermen. He makes a deal, but if he’s the slightest bit butt hurt by any little thing. The deal is arbitrarily thrown out the window. They can’t and won’t take him seriously. He’s the freak show comes to town.  

His maniacal magic media spell ends at the water’s edge and does not translate into foreign tongues. They see a freak, a crazy person, more to be feared than respected. Be polite and give him all the expected formalities. Roll out the red carpet and strike up the band. Smile and be polite and soon enough, he’ll go away. His words are the wind and his promises are smoke. Smile politely, shake his hand and don’t make him angry and that’s that.

The goofus in chief hints he may run for a third term when there are serious doubts, he will last until the mid-term elections. Like a string of Christmas tree lights with half of the bulbs burned out. He brags about acing an MRI test. Like there is a grade or a score. The best MRI results they’d ever seen! Yeah, that’s perfectly normal! But they don’t give MRIs unless they are looking for something or suspect something’s wrong. Using our magic wand, what were the results of the MRI test? A. It weighs heavily on his mind. B. What does a bully do when they’re scared, but to bluster “That they ain’t scared!”

Plus, they gave Dipstick another cognitive test in which he scored higher than Einstein and Stephan Hawking combined. Then, he rants about his political opponents. How they are all so dumb and he’s so smart. Ranting, about how they couldn’t possibly pass the cognitive test like he did. Delusionally misunderstanding, his political opponents wouldn’t be given a cognitive test because there is no need to test. They don’t test to see if the cheese is slipping off the cracker unless it appears the cheese is slipping off the cracker. Under HIPPA rules, Hrump’s medical diagnosis and treatments are sealed. Where is the wisdom in publicly sharing that you’ve taken another cognitive test?

Unless, obviously, the cheese is slipping off the cracker. The doctors all think I’m crazy as fuck! But I showed them! If you were a government employee tasked with giving a cognitive test to Hrump with your career on the line. And not wanting to be transferred to Ice Station Zebra, how would you tell him he did on the test? “Yes sir. A 43, that’s a perfect score, sir. No president has ever scored a 43 before!”  

Like a drunken uncle at a baby shower, everyone knows but doesn’t want to spoil the party by mentioning it. The Asian leaders smile politely and say, Uh, huh! Sure! Okay, but with no commitments. The former Japanese Prime minister made a deal with the zero turd and found himself booted from office before sundown. So unaware and personally floating in mental mind stream juices of minuscule self-awareness. He brags about the elections in Argentina. As the blood drains from his adviser’s faces. “Onay, onay, on’tday alktay aboutyay Argentinayay!” The copper crusted carbuncle is completely unaware of entire red farm states suddenly turning blue over Argentina.

He’s off living on planet Zummar, in a world all his own. He brags about an economy on track to repossess over ten million automobiles from their former owners before year’s end. More cars than in the depths of the Depression of 2008! Tens of thousands of Federal workers fired, furloughed and forgotten and yet, along with private employer layoffs, the unemployment number barely ticks up a jot. “You mustn’t make him mad again or he could fire us all!”

The day before the government shutdown began the dickless dictator held a meeting with congressional Republican leaders. What do you suppose they talked about 24 hrs. before the government shut down? Take out your magic wand and presto!

“Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites.” – George Orwell, 1984

The purpose of the government shutdown is to shut down the government. The purpose of not paying government workers is to not pay government workers. To run them off en mass and discourage them and spread fear throughout the society. The purpose of cruelty is cruelty. The purpose of cutting off SNAP benefits is base cruelty. Workers may receive back pay some day, but the children and the hungry will not receive lost meals.

If government workers were to appreciate their current circumstances and apprize it and understand that their ass sitting in their chair at work helps to starve children. Helps to strip healthcare from millions and throw the elderly from their nursing home beds, all so billionaires can have another stack of pennies. No pay! No work! No air traffic control! No Amtrak! No commuter rail or bus lines! If they understood they were one fart away from being fired themselves anyway, why would they ever remain seated? Just to timidly wait for their turn in the showers?

In 1894, the Pullman Company went out on strike. The strike spread to the railroads and in two days threatened to shut down the entire country. If the air traffic controllers walked out, the government shutdown would be over in 24hrs.  Don’t tread on me makes a pretty flag and a nice slogan, but it’s no good if it’s yellow.

“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every (ICE) Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.” ― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn ,  The Gulag Archipelago

“Sooner or later every war of trade becomes a war of blood.” ― Eugene V. Debs

“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.”― George Orwell