This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

I suppose you could call it the Poloroid photograph torture. 95,000 documents and photographs from the personal archives of Jeffrey Epstein. And we can all watch as Trump ages a week with every hour that passes. We have no idea what’s in those photographs…but he does! And that’s what is aging him right before our eyes. Drip, drip, drip! Will today be the day? Or maybe tomorrow?

The misadministration can’t plan a defense because they don’t know themselves what is in all of those photographs. But you can bet the house this first batch isn’t the most incriminating batch of photos, only the opening salvo. Wait, the good ones are coming. Drip, drip, drip. Trump offers that lots of people had their picture taken with Jeff. He was a popular guy around Palm Beach. But even in the humbleness of his reply, there is the weakness of knowing all that is still out there, yet to come.

The stable genius who has obviously never seen “The Godfather.” No pictures! Hunched over between naps and apparently unable to sleep at night. Worn down by the rigors of his five-hour workday.

I want to tell you a story about leadership. On December 10, 1941, The Japanese sunk two British Battleships. Singapore was gone and Hong Kong was lost. Everywhere, the Japanese were in the ascendancy and the United Kingdom was getting their ass handed to them. Churchill had to go before an angry Parliament out looking for blood and answer for these horrendous losses.

Parliament was looking for a scapegoat, looking for someone to blame. Some one individual to hang this disaster on. Britain was fighting a two front war and was all alone. Churchill knew and understood that if Parliament had tried to hang the blame on the Royal Navy or on the army, it would be the end. Officers would forever be timid, and looking over their shoulders. Fearful of the repercussions if things didn’t go according to plan. It would destroy all leadership and ambition in the military. Churchill went before the bar and answered. If there weren’t enough tanks and airplanes. If there weren’t enough anti-aircraft guns, it was all his fault, and all his fault alone. That’s called taking one for the team.

None of this; the admiral did it. I saw him! Churchill had spent ten years lobbying for more tanks and planes for the military, and everyone in the room knew that. But when the shit hit the fan Churchill offered humbly. It is on me. He was trying to win a war and not just save his own backside. The storm was quieted and the military was saved.

Not the case with percolated Pete Hegseth. Instead, the misadministration ups the ante and commits piracy on the high seas. They were proud of what they had done back in September, and posted the videos on social media. Look! We’re murdering fishermen we call drug smugglers! Ain’t it great? But as the questions began to surface, and the mood began to change, and as the dark clouds rolled in. Suddenly, it was the admiral who gave that order! And Trump and Pete knew nothing about it! Suddenly, they don’t want to show that second video to the public.

If your plan is to deport people using Alien war powers. You first need a war. Then you need hostile actions like men in fishing boats. Kill them all! Pete said. It was all the admiral’s idea. But the admiral in charge of the Southern command had stepped down or was pushed out because he questioned those orders to kill fishermen. Pushed out by none other than percolated Pete Hegseth. So, who is responsible for these killings? It was the new admiral! Who will stand in the docket for those murders? What about the next time someone gives a questionable order? Follow it at your own risk, fellows!

Conquer an oil tanker! That will take all the attention off of Pete. Maybe for a minute or so. But they cannot put the toothpaste back into the tube. If Pete had stood up and said, I gave that order, maybe they could have saved themselves. But now, they sense weakness and Pete is in the crosshairs. Now, the story festers and grows. Pete is done for. Pete is a dead man walking! Pack your bags, Pete. The admiral in charge of the Southern command had stepped down with full military honors. He said No! While Pete had said yes! Until it all went wrong. Then Pete looked around the room, looking for someone else to blame.

But all is not so dark, when irony can be so sweet. The philanderer and creep tore down the east wing of the White House without asking permission first. He wanted to build a grand ballroom twice the size of the White House. Architecturally, it will look ridiculous. But haste makes waste, and they don’t even have any blueprints yet. Just some notes on cocktail napkins and artist conceptions on art board. The architect Trump had chosen quit or was forced out. Now the search is on for someone for dumb enough to take over this project and fly this wounded turkey home.

But now, the law is involved and the historic monuments commission has sued. Chances are, this project will stand idle, until Trump leaves office. But oh, sweet, sweet irony. Donald Trump had wanted to build a grand monument to himself. And now, providence has given it to him! And given it to us! He has his grand monument. The Donald J. Trump memorial hole in the ground! As in, doesn’t know his ass from… Wreckage of the White House strewn all around with a hole in the ground in the middle. Never forget, History does have a sense of humor. He wanted something which would remind Washington of Donald J. Trump forever, and providence has provided it.

It is a monument which perfectly encapsulates his misadministration. Failure, destruction, expense, incompetence, poor planning and grifting, all to create a three hundred-million-dollar unfinished hole in the ground. Don’t change a thing! Leave it just as it is today, forever! The Donald J. Trump memorial hole in the ground! Don’t change a fucking thing! It’s perfect, just as it is! It is a disaster, just like the Trump administration. And no artist’s imagination could ever conceive of a more fitting monument.

““[we are] going to continue to fight communism. Now I am going to tell you how we are not going to fight communism. We are not going to transform our fine FBI into a Gestapo secret police. That is what some people would like to do. We are not going to try to control what our people read and say and think. We are not going to turn the United States into a right-wing totalitarian country in order to deal with a left-wing totalitarian threat.”  ― Harry S. Truman