Friday, January 20, 2017

The Emperor's got himself some new clothes. And don't you dare say otherwise.

I'd committed myself to paying zero attention to any and all media coverage of today's Coronation...oops...Inauguration.  And I told Ms Susan as much: no TV watching while that cockroach was on camera.  I did pretty well but Susan buckled with the line, "I wanna see what he has to say."  She watched and I caught only the opening lines of his monologue in which he thanked the assembled formers and the 28.5 % of eligible American voters (give or take) who voted for him and the citizens of the world (even, presumably, Mexicans and radical Islamic terrorists) for their roles in his ascension to his Imperial Throne.  I was a little disappointed that he didn't single out the Russian electorate.  After all, those comrades hadn't gotten to vote for him even though they had to bear some amount of deprivation while Putin was pouring state resources into the Trump campaign.  Oh well, the Russians have always been long-suffering.

I couldn't help but see some clips from the body of his address during the evening newscasts.  It was vintage Trump stump rhetoric: one and two syllable words delivered in that strident slo-mo whine of his.  So much for getting presidential and unifying.  I'm sure that his supporters lapped it up even as it's becoming more and more obvious that he has no intention or even the wherewithal to implement the sweeping measures he's been promising up to the eve of the election and beyond.  My question (well, one of my many questions) is: How long is it going to take for those supporters to realize that they've been gulled yet again?  And not by a politician this time but by a reality TV game show host and serial bankruptcy filer.  Go effin' figure.

This is a guy who'd rather tell lie after lie than a simple truth.  This is the guy whose tax returns we're never gonna see.  This is the guy who's never gonna lock Hillary up.  This is the guy who's never gonna sue each and every one of those women who came forward to put some meat on the bones of his self-admitted sexual assault exploits.  This is the guy who's never gonna build that wall though that will relieve him of trying to track down the President of Mexico to collect a check for construction costs.  Heaven alone knows what he's gonna try and do about deporting undocumented aliens and banning Muslims from entry to the country.  This is the guy who's promised to cut taxes while beefing up our military and strengthening law enforcement and balancing the budget.  I'll give him credit for following up on one of his promises.  He's nominated a passel of unqualified and uninformed lackeys to head various branches of the federal government.

My other question (among those many) is: when do we get to start talking openly and publicly about the mental state and stability of this walking, talking doofus with bad hair and an extra long tie?  OK, OK.  Make that really bad hair.  Do we have to wait until this phony starts rolling around on the floors of the White House and chewing on the carpets?  How soon does the shrink on retainer get a crack at the new inhabitant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?  Even with the specter of Mike Spence hovering in the shadows, I'd love to know that something is being done to reel crooked, lyin', little Donald down from the clouds of his megalomania.  Don't we all deserve that?


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