This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

I feel certain that it hasn’t escaped your attention that the Cankles in chief’s madness is speeding up. Like a record player turned from 33 1/3 to 45. Erratic, like a ping-pong ball in a room filled with mousetraps bouncing off the walls only to set off another trap. Texting at all hours of the day and night and reserving his sleep time for office hours.

Insulting veterans, insulting air traffic controllers and insulting, YOU! Dementia Don tells air traffic controllers to get back to work, or he’s going to dock the workers who haven’t been paid in a month. And if you don’t like his tariffs, then it’s YOU who are stupid. It is like you can see the end, but just don’t know when it will come. “The resident collapsed tonight and was taken to Walter Reed hospital…” He can’t go on much longer like this without cracking up or breaking down. A wandering cat tail in a room filled with rocking chairs.

His malicious prosecutions are gutting the ranks of the Department of Justice. Just Bimbo blonde Barbie in a building filled with hundreds of empty desks. What’s next? Prosecuting his sixth-grade teacher for giving him a “C” on his paper. “What I like about Me.” The prosecutions of James Comey and Letitia James are falling apart like a snowman in Miami. And so, he starts a new grand scheming prosecution aiming at Barack Obama based on evidence already investigated as two more prosecutors quit their jobs rather than fight for ruining their careers by plucking this turkey.

For Veteran’s day the Drip Van Winkle goes off on one of his favorite rants. How the US won World War one and World War two and all the other wars as well. All by ourselves! But then, political correctness made them change the name from the War Department to the Defense Department. Then it all went to hell. That’s right! We lost the Vietnam war all because of the name change out in front of the building. Maybe if Billy Bone spurs had enlisted himself, maybe the outcome might have been somehow different. It remains the Defense Department still, as only congress can officially change the name.

But don’t mention reality in the asylum house on Pennsylvania Ave. “Pink isn’t well, he stayed back at the hotel.” It’s almost a comic caricature of mental decline on parade. His dimmest appears at an NFL football game only to enrage the fans. Not just booed, but enthusiastically booed and jeered for an extended period of time. While Oedipus reads the military oath of allegiance. The same oath he never took himself. What does that have to do with football anyway? Is this thing on? “I do solemnly swear…” If I had a nickel for every raised middle finger, I could buy a new Cadillac with enough money left over for a steak and a baked potato.

His shit salad scattered brain is obsessed with gold. Everything must be gold! And it can never be gold enough or sumptuous enough! A body and soul so empty and needy it requires constant reminders and reinforcement of his wealth. “I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy! I’m not! I’m not! I’m rich! I’m rich daddy! Please come to my baseball game on Saturday, daddy! Coach says, if we’re ahead by ten runs he’ll put me in out in right field for the ninth inning!” It’s no longer signs of mental illness, it’s now billboards and sky writing of mental illness. Someone please stop him before he hurts himself. Before he mounts that burro lance in hand one more time, headed for that one last windmill.

The other night in Iowa, they held a practice riot originally intended as a Republican town hall. I’ve spent time in Iowa before. Generally, the folks are real nice. Laid back and Midwestern friendly. But this town hall was a riot looking for a place to happen. This Republican safe seat is held by the appropriately named Marionette Miller-Meeks. This crowd of Midwestern friendly was pissed off, and red-faced angry before the town hall even began. Then when Ms. Meeks tried to blame Joe Biden for the troubles farmers are experiencing, the room exploded into a rage of anger.

One gentleman was led away by police because that’s what we do in America. He was screaming loudly about the meeting being fixed. That the questions had to be written down and they were cherry picking which questions she would answer. But it was clear to me that anyone, I mean anyone, could defeat Ms. Meeks in the upcoming elections. The pollsters never asks these people about their presidential preferences. They get on the air and tell us resident Hrump is at 37 or 39% popularity. In that Iowa room the other night they made hamburger out of those numbers.

Tejas, the one-star state, has redistricted only to discover it was all for naught. That all of their demographics and research has evaporated and devolved down into an Iowa town hall meeting. The Republican Party has become about as popular as shit on your shoes. The resident’s actual popularity is generously around 10% with only the propagandized Fox snooze dimwits who haven’t lost their farms,  homes, jobs or futures yet, and of course the billionaire class.

Chicken shit in hiding somewhere, Chuck Schumer will be elected president before Republicans ever control the house again. Just in time for Christmas, Mike Johnson and Donald Hrump Voodoo dolls. (Sorry, pins sold separately) The media blurs and obscures the reality. Giving you fake polls while avoiding the obvious. Humpty Dumpty is wobbling badly and about to fall. Crazy in Chief wants the Washington Commanders to name their new stadium after Donald J Hrump. Because in his brain bleed mentality and megalomania, he wants to fill the empty with everything named after himself.

But history is funny that way, and he will get his wish, sort of. From now on, when someone acts totally irrational or insane instead of a Napoleon complex, it will be called Crazy as Trump. His name will become synonymous with geriatric mental decline as having “Deranged Trump syndrome.” His name will be etched in gold leaf across the pages of history alongside of Nero or Caligula. Immortalized as the man who destroyed the United Snakes. A mass murderer in chief executing the sick and elderly, no differently than Adolph Hitler once did. Taking food away from the needy as a bargaining chip to get his way. Evil incarnate explained away as hard ball politics.

As the media reports, some fireman somewhere rescued a kitten from a tree and they were lined up out the door of the food pantry for a block and a half. Reporting only on the effects and not the causes of the crisis and misery. But as the genuine anger and rage swells, it justly illustrates just how fake and out of touch the mainstream media has truly become.  

“Those who choose to ride on the back of a tiger, sometimes end up inside.” – John Fitzgerald Kennedy