This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. The higher you fly, the greater the crash. Everything in style today goes out of style and is eventually laughed at. There are four states of matter: liquid, solid, gas, and American public. The public says they are so through with Donald Trump. His polling in the low 30s BEFORE starting a war. The calendar says, “Time’s up!” Five minutes to midnight Cinderella, as Republican politicians find themselves on the tip of the Republican spear dipped in a roiling public anger sauce.

The Reich wing pundits are abandoning Mr. Trump. Think Madison Ave. There’s a new product line coming out in the fall. So, out with the old and in with the new! You know, “New and Improved” under new management! The media are washing their hands and clearing their palettes. Oh, I never really liked him myself. I just went along for the ride, and little did I know? But we’re all better now. With a “new vision” for America again, I guess. Somewhere out there with some new plan to cover over their rapacious greed.

Strangely, despite Mr. Trump’s falling poll numbers and pundit defections, nothing much changes. The Congress could have cut the legs from underneath Mr. Trump’s war, but Congress failed to do so. The more things change, the more they stay the same. A president with more personal and professional convictions than the entire Gambino crime family, and yet, he rules as a king. Trump doesn’t ask first; he tells you later. With Jimmy Carter or Richard Nixon’s polling numbers, he rules like a monarch. Isn’t that strange?

In Putin’s Russia, the government is largely a dog and pony show. The real government commences when Putin meets with the oligarchs. One hundred and fifty or so billionaires who own or control most everything worth owning in Russia. It’s tragic; I’m so glad it isn’t that way in the United States, aren’t you? Trump says the oil is free for the taking, isn’t it! This president loves his fossil fuels, or his fossil fuels, loves their president. Odd, isn’t it? First Venezuela, and now Iran. It’s almost what a conspiracy theorist might call a secret agenda or something.

Mr. Trump has his own crypto coin. And it is an untraceable magic coin. If you buy enough of the Trump coins, maybe your luck will change? Maybe, you’ll win that government contract for the $1,000 ballpoint pens that write in the dark or get mom a full pardon. The skies the limit! Even a convicted sex predator can get a puppy in their minimum-security cell in Candy Land prison. Name another President who in the middle of a sex scandal could move a convicted principal in his own sex scandal from “hard time” prison to “soft time” and even got Ghislaine a new puppy! Could Jimmy Carter or Richard Nixon have done that?

President Trump sends Assistant Attorney General of the United States and former Trump personal attorney, Todd Blanche, to inappropriately negotiate. Stop, just for a second; and think about just how incredibly inappropriate that was. Mr. Trump using his powers to benefit a potential criminal co-conspirator, who might have incriminating evidence against the president. While the event was discussed by the media, the inappropriateness was hardly ever mentioned. The meetings were called “unusual” by the media instead of the more accurate term, criminally inappropriate.

Good King Charles is here to perform his shitty diplomatic duties. This poor Charles endured a weekend visit from the Trumps in London. Imagine a full weekend couped up with Donny and Malaria as your houseguests. The two couples with so much in common. And now, the return engagement at the White House. From horse-drawn gold carriage in London to a black Ford Transit van in Washington. The White House staff was waiting in the yard like a roadside tourist attraction. Line up! Meet the King and Queen of England, only five dollars.

The British King’s performance paid dividends last time around, earning the UK a lower tariff rate than other European countries which didn’t immediately kiss Trump’s ass. Now, alas, the tariffs are all gone out the window, and the British monarch’s experience was all for nothing. Still, I respect his patriotism; another weekend with Donny and Malaria. In Washington, in that tiny little White House. Uncomfortable personified. Similar to visiting an aging relative that you never really got along with. But understanding that you have to, because this will probably be the last time you’ll ever see this person standing up. You want to do right, but fear making the attempt.

What do Camilla and Malaria have in common to talk about? And Charles and Donald? Oh, to be a fly on the wall for those stimulating conversations. Just the idea of being locked in a house with Donny and Malaria for an entire weekend makes me think a twenty-year stint on Devil’s Island would be preferable. A ten-hour flight from London, and when it’s all over, you get Donald Trump and Malaria! For an entire weekend! Mark your calendar! Fun! Fun! Fun!

What will they do for entertainment? A classical musician playing a Mozart concerto, or a UFC fight, or a Monster Truck Rally on the front lawn? Professional wrestling or Mr. Trump could show the King where his ballroom might stand someday for the sixth or seventh time.

From an ancient form of government where kings ruled by divine right to a more modern form of government where kings rule by divine right, and don’t much care what people think about it.  Two thirds of the American  public dislike Donald Trump, including 25% of Republicans. Yet Trump rules like a king. Trump has the polling numbers of Nixon and Carter, but rules like a king.

It is as it appears. The Republicans face a drubbing in the upcoming midterm elections but don’t seem overly concerned about it. I wonder why? Don’t they fear political change? Or maybe it doesn’t really matter and change is only a perception. Maybe it’s all just a dog and pony show and nothing ever really changes. The president starts wars and commits war crimes and nobody says nothing about it or raises one word of objection.

“America…just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable”
― Hunter S. Thompson