This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It is like watching a boxer losing a fight and just taking a beating round after round until punch drunk. Wondering just how many more rounds of punishment this stumblebum palooka can last. Kristi Noem disobeyed a Federal Judge’s direct order. A rebellion in the Republican house of representing. The collapse of the revenge cases against James Comey and Latisha James. The Epstein files, the fishermen killings and now the King attacks Mark Kelly and Mark Kelly’s popularity soars. Is that the way the plan was supposed to work? It illustrates just how punched out the copper tone killer has become.

The king muses whether to attend the funeral of the murdered National Guard soldier. Maybe he should ask somebody if he’s welcome there first. If you got my wife, daughter or sibling killed during a pointless political stunt, I might take it hard about turning their funeral into a Fox News political circus. The orange oaf is stunned by the shootings and does what any insane person would do by ordering 500 more soldiers to Washington.

The peace negotiations with Vladimir Putin are melting down. Rep. Don Bacon calling Trump’s special envoy Steve Witkoff a traitor. A straight up traitor. This from a Republican representative. Witkoff, like Trump, is a Russian dupe. A useful idiot and asset. A special envoy is someone who could never be confirmed by congress to hold a high-level government job. So Witkoff is doing this job gratis, because he’s just such a nice man. A Real Estate developer who made his bones by handling Al Caponeskis Russian Oligarch money in New York.

No experience in political negotiations. Never held a government job. Supplanting the secretary of state Marko Polio and Defense Secretary (it’s five o’clock somewhere) Pete Hegseth. Gee, that’s sort of odd, isn’t it? Bypassing all the normal diplomatic channels to speak directly to Putin, the war criminal. Taking a Russian peace proposal, crossing out Russia’s name and calling it an American peace proposal. In European political circles the technical term often used is pissed off. The Europeans are reaching their breaking point with Trump’s waffling and consorting against them with the devil.

The American media spin is pure George Orwell. They don’t show the destruction site at the orange house on TV anymore. Ist Verboten. It only makes the people angry to see a national landmark defiled. So just don’t show that on TV anymore. Like Elvis, they only show the King from the waist up. His frontal lobe dementia is giving him a funny gait when he walks, as is common with sufferers of the disease. So just don’t show that on TV anymore…understand? The repellant Republican Reich’s Fuhrer is often shown these days sitting down or leaning against the door frame on Airforce One.

His veneer is cracked and peeling, and his temper grows short. Snapping at reporters and slapping his hand on the table. Disease, disgust, or disintegration? Liquor lackey Hegseth fouls the case against Mark Kelly with his big mouth. A superior officer proclaiming the sentence he wants even before the trial begins. Rumors are rife the King stifled the October jobs numbers because they were awful. Knowing the King as we do, it sounds plausible. Again, if the media doesn’t ask, why tell?

How bad is it? I saw an advertisement for a Barbie Dream house on television. It was just like a real house…unaffordable for most Americans. $135 for a hunk of plastic. Times are tough! Barbie will just have to live in her van or in her Barbie dream tent. Maybe a Barbie homeless shelter is in order? It could spark a whole new product line, like Barbie’s food pantry or Barbie’s blood bank.

The mistress of orange Malaria Trump welcomed the arrival of the Orange House Christmas trees. By spending all of two and a half minutes getting her picture taken before retreating back into the orange house to continue doing whatever it is she does all day. It reminds me of that story about the turd in the golden cage. Nothing to do and all day to do it. Shopping for designer clothes nobody else would ever wear, for obvious reasons. It’s the latest style in Slovenia. I get the distinct impression she doesn’t want to be there anymore. It’s like that old saying, when the going gets tough…hide! No childhood literacy programs or healthy eating initiatives. She’s just there with the square and don’t care.

Every day, the Russian economy teeters towards the brink. Russia recently announced they would discontinue paying their soldiers. That’s always a good sign. Time was when Russia could recruit through their prison system. Nowadays, the prisoners prefer staying in prison to visiting Ukraine. So the Russian government is trying a new recruiting tactic. Ordering prisoners out of their cells at gunpoint and into the Army. The program has hit a few snags though, when a truck loaded with prisoners were given weapons on their way to the front. The prisoners shot the officers and stole the truck.

It is appalling to me that the media can’t or won’t make the connection. Hrump proposes a peace plan in Alaska that involves the Russians selling off a part of their oil industry to ExxonMobil. The Russians refuse and the King’s misadministration promises Ukraine tomahawk cruise missiles. Missiles Ukraine never received. The Russians quietly announce they’re taking bids on oil fields. And Trump immediately sends a Russian dupe with Putin’s peace proposal under his arm.

How quickly the question of impeachment becomes multiple choice. The Republicans speak openly about the impending Trump impeachment, if or when, the Republicans lose the majority. Appearing on a podcast, Mike Johnson’s wife says the manic mental midget Mike makes big plans but often comes up short. Republicans in the house of representing aren’t nearly so kind.

How much farther can the King go on like this? Bad news all round and worse coming. His enemies circling around him with knives out. It is almost no longer a question of if, but when and how.

Little, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
Oh, what a panic is in your breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With bickering prattle!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering ploughstaff!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes you startle
At me, your poor, earth-born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, that you may thieve;
What then? Poor beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse green foliage!
And bleak December’s winds ensuing,
Both bitter and piercing!

You saw the fields laid bare and empty,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! The cruel coulter passed
Out through your cell.

That small heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter’s sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold!

But Mousie, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes of mice and men
Go oft awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear! – Robert Burns