This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men crept away silently and didn’t try to put Trumpty Dumpty back together again. “Keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again. And don’t speak too soon, for the wheel is still in spin.” To say this is an unprecedented event is a massive understatement. There is a revolution going on outside the palace. And the revolution won’t be televised. The orange house construction site ist Verboten.

The first warning shot was the defection of Marge Tater Greene. Her plan is to establish, like the Free French in WW2. A free Republican Party in exile. Not unlike Liz Cheney or Adam Kinzinger had tried in the last Trump go round. But for them, it was too soon. The Republican Party still needed to have more shit rubbed in their faces for a little longer. But the tone of the misadministration had been set. If the boss treats people like shit, the underlings will do likewise. “Quiet Piggy!” Like the former army Captain who calls generals and admirals on the carpet to counsel them about their weight and their woke.

But inside of the orange house of cards is a decrepit aging husk. Slowly decrepting into senility. They gave the king a single simple ceremonial task. Simply pardon some turkeys. A task he’s done over 1,500 times. Smile for the cameras and say, “I pardon you!” The event then degenerated into pointless rambling partisan attack aimed at the disgraced Chuck Schumer and the retiring Nancy Pelosi. I think he’s stuck in a time warp attacking the enemies of olden days.

The King says he will proclaim his healthcare plan to the nation and then cancels the event minutes before it’s to begin. WTF? That is a warning for us all from up on high. He isn’t well and wasn’t presentable. “Pink isn’t well, he stayed back at the hotel.” You can’t let him go out there in public like that! Who is running the zoo these days? Bourbon powered Pete Hegseth is tweeting at four in the morning because that’s what sober people always do. He doesn’t drink anymore and you can take his word for it, because alcoholics never lie.

It’s all falling apart and the wheels have come off. The Epstein files are being released and any more monkey business about it means the end of the road. The Republicans in congress are ready to resign to bring the old orange king down. As the rumors circulate that every aspect of their congressional behavior has been controlled by a broken orange house of cards. After a forty-day government shutdown over healthcare funding, the king offers to give away their victory, arbitrarily and without consultation. Scott Bessent the wooden cigar store Indian goes on the corporate squawk shows and gives away the game.

It’s not about drug trafficking or fentanyl, and it’s not about Madero. It’s all about the oil! Garsh, if we attack Venezuela and bump off the leadership, it will be a bonanza! They could snatch up all that oil free and clear! And those poor Nigerian Christians, they have oil and need our help too! That is what so enraged the king about the “Illegal orders” meme. Don’t you dare tell them that! Der Fuhrer is always right!

Taco is flickering on and off like a broken neon sign. Reaching critical mass and about to melt down. Inside of the rusted aging hulk is a broken little boy. Who suddenly does away with DOGE. I’ll be good! He offers two years of Obama care subsidies. I’ll be good! Please love me, mama. I won’t be bad anymore. He’s bargaining. He understands it’s all breaking down. He’s not a lame duck, he’s a dead one. He’s lost a Republican congress, now ready to willingly give up their seats and their power just to be rid of him. “Cry Havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.”

Stop and consider for a moment what is actually going on which we aren’t privy to see on the inside. That Republicans would consider the unimaginable. These Republicans would consider ceding power just to extinguish their king. It goes so far beyond impeachment and beyond the 25^th Amendment and even beyond Louis XVI. Turning over their king to the rebels and the rabble and the guillotine. Because they’ve had just about enough shit rubbed in their faces for just long enough.

Call the FBI and have them all investigated! Off with their heads! ON! I’ll be good. I’ll do nice things. OFF! After James Comey and Latisha James, it has become far too obvious. Offend today and be investigated tomorrow. Inside of the REAL polls, not the ones they try to pass off on TV. It is a stark warning. Trump is driving Republicans towards a brick wall at a high rate of speed.

On Wall Street, they repeat their mantra. “Don’t look, don’t look! Don’t look!” As long as you don’t look, it’s not true. They pray and genuflect at every opportunity because the economy is also headed for a brick wall. But if we all wish real hard. Maybe we can save Tinker bell! While the wooden cigar store Indian dreams of Venezuelan oil wealth. Vice Resident Elegy is already talking with Charlie Kirk’s widow (just talking) about his dreams for 2028. A mite early, don’t you think? But for nothing but comic relief. Shoe, Shoe says she often doesn’t wear her wedding ring in public because she’s so busy washing dishes and taking care of the kids. Sure, I believe that! What time does Santa Claus arrive? Why, that makes perfect walking around sense! She was doing the dishes before a public speaking event. The Fall of the House of Usha.

Did you ever in your wildest imagination dream that the Epstein scandal would be pushed to the margins for something even larger? Did you ever imagine the crooked king’s crooked reign would be extinguished by the crooked Republicans?

If they stay with the King, they will all go over the falls with the King. If they bring down the king, maybe some of them can survive. But in either case, they won’t have shit rubbed in their faces anymore. MAGA lies on the floor bleeding and pleading. The King appears in compos mentis. The underlings dream of being overlords themselves as the play comes to its end. Seeking to build their kingdoms from the remains of  the rubble and the dust.

“Not a whit, we defy augury: there’s a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all.” ― William Shakespeare