This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

Back in those golden heady days of Watergate, things rocked on back and forth for weeks. It was a scandal, but the president wasn’t really in any serious trouble, until Nixon fired the special prosecutor, Archibald Cox. Then it started getting serious. Once the White House tapes were discovered, Nixon was on the precipice. According to Nixon, tapes recorded on government tape recorders in a government building during office hours were his personal property.

The Supreme court disagreed ruling nine to nothing, saying Nixon was wrong and ordered the tapes released. Out of the blue, an eighteen-minute gap in the tape was discovered just as the conversation was getting juicy. For the public, it strained the bounds of credibility to their breaking point. It struck me as similar to Nixo-Trump’s situation today. The copper toned tinpot is backed into a corner with the Epstein files. He’s tried every machination, every trick in the book to avoid releasing the files. Now, he’s  one false move away from political self-destruction.

Nixo-Trump announces, “Go ahead, I want all the Republicans to vote for the files to be released.” Because most of them were going to vote for their release, anyway. Like Pee Wee Herman, “I wanted them to do that!” But the criminal curmudgeon with his executive authority could have released the files by executive order at any time he wished. Not since the Hindenburg has such a huge gas bag been so close to a lightning rod. At the press gaggle yesterday, in the creepo depot. When a Fox News fluffer asked Trump about his obvious hoarseness.

Trump explained he had blown his top over. Oh, gee, what was it again? It was a trade deal with some odd country; I forget. Have you in your life ever screamed and shouted to a degree that you were hoarse from the experience the next day? Ketchup bottles flying, bouncing off the gold-plated walls, with people hiding under the furniture. All over a trade deal in the middle of the Epstein scandal? “Sure, sure, I work for Fox, mister. I’m paid to believe anything you say, Mr. president.”

Never in my political experience has a president lost so much popularity, so quickly. Despite the media pumping him back up like a flat tire and pimping him out, the polls are a disaster. Donald McRonald gave a long-winded, rambling speech to McDonald’s franchise owners. Covering all his favorite subjects, water pressure, dishwashers, washing machines, Joe Biden, Filet-o-Fish sandwiches and tartar sauce. It was a dumpster fire of a speech as Bloomberg reports. “Trump Congratulates McDonald’s Franchisees for Lowering Prices!” Sure, sure, that’s what the speech was all about!

All good news! All the time. No matter what he does, only good news! The president entertained the crowd by falling down several times and masturbating while on stage. The public is enraged because Trump’s current lies run counter to the public’s own personal experiences. It’s one thing to lie about Bill Clinton or Nancy Pelosi, but it’s another thing to lie about me. Insisting grocery prices are lower. I fixed it! You’re welcome! It’s all in your imagination folks, times are great! Affordability? Sure, I know that word! It has something to do with groceries.  

There is already enough information in the public sphere. And if Andrew can’t be royal, Donald can’t be king either. One Epstein survivor says Donald raped her at age thirteen. She says Donald took a liking to her because she reminded him of his own daughter. I recently watched a court case where a man molested his thirteen-year-old stepdaughter. He was sentenced to twelve years in hard time prison and placed on the sex offender registry for life. Despite what the media whores might tell you, this is a serious business.

Did you know? Jeffery Epstein hung himself and then hid the noose? Like Lee Harvey Oswald’s rifle, it is missing. Evidence is missing, witnesses weren’t interviewed for TWO years. Leaving one FBI agent to say the scene looked staged. Cameras streamed, but did not record. The ghost of Richard Nixon’s eighteen-minute tape gap, perhaps? Epstein had just hired a new attorney the week before and was excited at the prospect of going to trial. Does that sound suicidal to you?

Epstein’s cellmate was removed from the cell 24 hours before the murd, I mean the suicide. A violation of the rules. His cellmate’s ID card was supposed to go with the cellmate when he was removed, but still remained on the cell door. It strains credibility all to hell. Investigated by number three, Moe, Larry and Curly. Evidence was moved and evidence was lost and the crime scene photography was badly butchered.

It’s all headed for critical mass. It’s all falling apart. So much misadministration bad news that killing more South American fishermen can hardly get squeezed into the headlines. Noem in trouble, Krash Patel in trouble. The head of FEMA just resigned. ICE invades North Carolina as Wall Street begins to collapse. Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent is the wooden puppet who dreamed of becoming a real Treasury Secretary. There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile.

Demented Donald announces he will sell Saudi Arabia F-35 fighter jets. Sure he will. He has to find new customers for them somewhere. Ukraine just inked a deal to buy a hundred fighter jets from France. The Netherlands and Belgium cancelled the new American Awacs plane in favor of one built in France. Who knew all that orange gum flapping could be so costly?  Bitcoin briefly falls below $90,000, a loss of more than ten percent in two weeks. Without any circuit breakers or plunge protection and without any insurance of any kind. The iceberg has been struck.

A corrupt king ready to declare war on a largely unarmed nation to fight drug trafficking which largely is coming from somewhere else. A psychologist recently diagnosed Trump as a malignant narcissist. Suffering from frontal lobe dementia. Causing impulsivity and fits of anger and a funny walking gate. Trump is a sadist who enjoys hurting people. (like little girls) Paranoid and prone to fits of fantasy.

His rage over the Epstein files could have knocked down the east wing of the White House without the need of a demolition crew. It’s all inevitable now. We’re locked in and the safety bar is down. We’re all going for a little roller coaster ride. It’s all reaching critical mass and the events are now unstoppable.

 “If hell’s in store for us someday, one of its most refined forms of torture will be to lock a person naked in a room filled with framed photos of his era.”  ― Günter Grass