This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

I read the news today, oh boy! Nobody enjoys going to work on Monday. Now, imagine that you’re doing your daily ablutions and getting ready for work. You drive the drive, and park the car and walk into the office dreading the day. “Good morning, Mr. President.” You think your day sucks, there are people out there working for Donald Trump, just as sane as you and me. Under the direct supervision of Donald Trump. Taking nonsensical orders and instructions from Donald Trump. “I want McDonalds!” Yes, sir. Four years of college, graduate school, young Republicans. “I want my McDonalds!” Yes, sir. It’s coming, sir.

It’s just hard to imagine clocking in for work. “He’s calling for you!” What now? “It’s the vandals again! He’s off about the vandals again. Five people were arrested for “damaging” the Deflecting pool. You are under arrest for challenging the king’s insanity. Putting your hand in the deflecting pond is now a high crime. Because they told the king vandals had attacked the Deflecting pool. Now, they must produce some vandals as proof. Maybe Antifa! Five innocent people were arrested to satisfy the king’s insanity.

It quickly morphs into a Soviet situation. The Soviets would tell a lie and then tell another lie to justify the first lie. For example, the Moscow 500. Two cars, a German-built Ford and a Russian Lada. The Russian car broke down before the race was over. The official Soviet results: the Russian Lada finished second, while the German-built Ford finished next to last. Turning themselves inside out trying to mold the truth.

JD Vance says Iran will allow nuclear inspectors! (Just like 13 years ago, under Obama) Ain’t that great? Look at what our genius has carefully negotiated! Gosh, we’re good! Unfortunately, the Iranians, when asked, answered, What the fuck are you talking about, Willis? We never agreed to that! “Yes, Yes they did!” You can see that the peace negotiations are off to a good start. Especially, when President Trump threatens Iran on the opening day of the peace talks.

Our Fox News headlines: “JD Vance negotiates nuclear inspectors at all Iranian nuclear sites!” What else matters? The seeds have been planted. That’s all that matters. I asked a Trump supporter about their first impression of the Deflecting pool debacle. “I’ve got too much going on in my life to worry about a reflecting pool.” Perfect! Ten out of ten. Pavloff feed the dog! Exactly what Fox News had said they should think. I agreed, by saying that by Trump standards this is such a small scandal. If only it wasn’t so lime green, it wouldn’t be noticed so much.

King Big Mouth had to go brag on the project. The king picked out the color himself! Dark blue, perfect for heating up a pool and growing lots of algae. (Seen any dark blue swimming pools lately?) The king had bragged on the project. It was gonna be so perfect! And then suddenly, the Deflecting pool looked like the world’s largest Mountain Dew. It would be hard to go on after running your mouth about a project that turned out so wrong. A lessor president would have just let the contract out and kept his big yap shut. Big deal, I’m fixing a reflecting pool. And just think; some Presidents have even higher aspirations than that!

“We choose to go to the moon and do the other things. Not because they’re easy, but because they are hard.” Fix the reflecting pool and get my name on an arts building. “The only thing we have to fear is vandals and harsh chemicals!” If these aren’t Mr. Trump’s highest aspirations, why is he so laser-focused on them? I never would have thought the color suggestion would have reached the executive level. Personally, I would have been embarrassed asking the president of the Untied Snakes. What color would you like the pool, sir? The color it has been for a hundred years, or perhaps you were thinking of something new?

Five days a week and on call at any time. What a way to make a living. A presidential advisor keeping up with paint swatches. Making excuses at every opportunity, “Oh! What he meant to say was…!” Remember to always take a headcount. Anyone not at the meeting could mean something. Any meetings I missed, could mean something! One day you’re here and doing a good job and the next, you’re not. You only leave here two ways, praised or damned; no one walks between the raindrops here.

You might have said something six months ago, like Pam Bondi did. And the king seethes over it until the moment is just right. “Jetson! I mean Bondi! You’re FIRED!” You’ve got that Epstein list on your desk, do you, Pam? Do you see the difference? Kristi Noem wasted millions of dollars, embarrassed the administration with a sex scandal, and left on good terms. Pam Bondi embarrassed Donald Trump directly. The Epstein Files Exist! Pam Bondi says so! Kristi Noem gets a government job as director of rayon or something. Pam gets twenty minutes to get her stuff and get out of the building.

Anyone with experience in authoritarian fascist government or corporate America can describe the snake pit. Do you know who wants your job? Everybody! They’re lining up for it. Do you know who is trying to get you fired? Everybody! Do you know who listens and writes down every word you say? Need you ask? What a way to make a living! I couldn’t do it! Dave would be like, Fuck you! I’m out of here. I never wanted a “career ladder “like that. You get to the top of that Trump career ladder and there’s nowhere left to go. But to dive off headfirst into a sea of law enforcement and criminal investigations.

I’d rather be Ghislaine Maxwell than Attorney General Todd Blanche. Maxwell’s going to get out of prison one day, and she got a puppy! Blanche’s troubles are just beginning. Blanche is going to have to do all the things Bondi refused to do. Like bringing the Deflecting Pool Five to court. Proving fantasy and insanity true for an audience of one. The Reich prosecutor is going to jail for a long time.

“In everyone there is some willingness to merge with the anonymous crowd and to flow comfortably along with it down the river of pseudo-life. This is much more than a simple conflict between two identities. It is something far worse: it is a challenge to the very notion of identity itself.”
― Václav Havel,