Some more words of wisdom from Ron.
Miserable rain. Temp around 68 or so. Unpleasant to be outside. So
. . . since I can’t exercise my arms and legs, I’ll put my fingers to
work:
Climate change! Big deal these days. Greatest threat to national
security according to BHObeyme and JFQuerrie and Pope Algore. BUT . . .
I’m actually all in favor of it, just so long as the change is in
Murkan politics.
The moral climate of our political landscape has created a toxic fog
which repels men of honor and integrity but dangles mountains of cash in
front of wastrels and hypocrites. My guess is it’s a persistent
low-hanging cloud of gaseous residue from decades of party members
eating revenue, belching corruption, and farting deceit.
What we’ve managed to set up in the US is an entrenched two-party
system which offers politicians for sale to the highest bidder. And
naturally somebody will buy them . . . the problem is that it’s never
the people, but the special interests who can afford it.
Our two-party system isn’t a democracy – it’s a plutocracy. All it
offers voters is a myth, a coin flip between unpalatable puppet leeches
contaminated with the morals of Capone, the scruples of Quaddafi, and
the credibility of Baghdad Bob.
Trump is complaining about the corrupt party bosses cheating him out
of delegates and ignoring citizens’ votes. He willingly accepted
delegates from winner-take-all states, though, ignoring the vast numbers
who did NOT vote for him in primaries. Hey, entrenched party bosses
depriving a deluded egotist of a perceived campaign victory is a
victimless crime.
A bunch of career parasites deciding to scuttle a candidate because
he won’t play by their rules is like an NFL team refusing to draft a
quarterback because he’s a Druid. Politics never bind communities
together or solve social problems; all politics can do is keep
entrenched, power-hungry, double-dealing sponges in power.
Hell, Trump is as qualified as anybody who’s run for PotUS in the
past quarter-century: he’s rich, he’s flamboyant, he’s controversial, he
thinks he knows everything, and he knows nothing about the job. Sounds
exactly like the guy we got in there now, right?
I don’t know if Trump can be bought or not. If elected, he’ll take
office without obligation to any PACs or other special interest groups,
and that’s good. He’ll also be faced immediately with accusations of
conflict of interest, and the opportunity for sweet deals to multiply
his fortune will always be there, and that ain’t good.
The question would be, of course, whether he considers himself rich
enough already. He’ll take a pay cut and a housing downgrade, and all
he’ll get for it in the long run will be criticism, wrinkles, threats,
and very possibly ulcers. So . . . what’s in it for him?
Sometimes when I’m not quick enough with the remote and hear parts of
a Trump speech, I wonder if he’s autistic or something. Many times he
sounds like somebody coming down off a cocktail of LSD and speed.
I mean, he uses words of course, but he repeats himself like the old
guys who hang around on the benches in front of the court house in
little Midwestern towns. Often he’ll begin a sentence and never finish
it, breaking off in the middle and shifting topics as if his horse threw
him off into the thought stream and he had to remount on another one,
talking for several minutes without saying anything meaningful.
And he thinks they’re terrific sentences. That I can tell you.
Believe me, they’re great, at least in his opinion. They’re great.
Full of words. Good words. Not big words that regular people would
have to go look up. That I can tell you. But every Trump sentence uses
words. Sometimes over and over again. And that’s great. Believe me.
They’re great. Winners. All of them. Not stupid, like our
politicians. That I can tell you. Believe me.
And I gotta say, I’m absolutely astonished that nobody has so far put
a 7.62 ventilation port in the supraorbital foramen of the alleged
person who has been squatting in The People’s House for the past 7
years.
Which brings up the issue of why it’s hard for people to understand
why someone would vote for Trump . . . I mean, that’s PRE-goddam-cisely
how millions of us felt when people voted for Soetoro out of a sense of
white guilt or ethnic loyalty.
All I know is that you mix one part hype with equal parts of greed,
deceit, and lust for power and you get a PoliCockl, or a Political
Cocktail. ‘Tis the season for sound bytes, buzzwords, catch phrases,
bombast, sales pitches, spin, backtracking, denying, and hypocrisy,
which eventually all boils down to common everyday propaganda.
It is the art of promising paradise and taking things to hell, then
claiming to be a savior for rescuing the country from purgatory.
People might like to have friends who are in politics, but any parent
who loves his child wants him to be a true professional anything BUT
politician.
Source: Grouchy Old Cripple
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