Falling with 45 OR: How the Actions of the Few Can Destroy the Many

Believe it or not, I’d been struggling with how to write this. Yes, I’ve been taking pains to decide on the best way to write a blog post that will probably be seen by no-one but me. (Unless of course, my friendly white-hat hacker comes back to see if I heeded the warning.) [I never did decide. I wrote it anyway.]

Fall with 45, The Trump Menace aka If the Shoe Fits...

Fall with 45, The Trump Menace aka If the Shoe Fits…
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For more than a year now, I’ve been shouting my own warnings from the metaphorical rooftops to anyone who would listen, and more to the point, to those who refused to listen. I am surely not the only person who could see with nauseating clarity exactly how Trumpocalypse would unfold, and I am definitely not the only one who dedicated hour upon hour, week upon week, month upon month in trying every tactic imaginable to persuade all those within earshot to at least consider the obvious conclusion to the course of events.

I am starting to think, however, that I may be one of a mere handful of folks who are fundamentally unable to grasp the idea that there are so many people joyously willing to harm others for their own petty gains; willing to sink the ship as long as they’re sitting at the captain’s table when they go down with it.

A mentally unstable, paranoid, narcissist who has lived their entire life hidden from REALITY by the riches accumulated by SOMEONE ELSE (that’s important because never having to earn anything feeds the fantasy that “having” equals “deserving”,) is utterly and absolutely INCAPABLE of comprehending what the day-to-day existence of almost everyone else in the United States is like.

Add to that base a crew of self-serving societal sycophants who are more than happy to stoke the fire of Trump’s compulsive superiority complex to achieve positions of grandeur for themselves, and the result is the annihilation of nearly everything that does not directly and substantially benefit the select few who now set the rules. It’s that simple.

Enough childishly, gullible people were so overwhelmed by their own egotism, they deluded themselves into believing a vote for Trump granted them admission into an exclusive club – the club of billionaires who, with barely an exception, gorge on personal advancement by manipulating, overspending and crushing anyone who isn’t them. Everything the United States stands for is being slaughtered and consumed in the name of greed.

Funny thing about “greed”, it’s singularly intimate. It’s “MINE!”, not yours.

The Republican Senators bow down in servile submission for the imagined glory of doing the ‘opposite’ of what was; no mind toward whether it’s better, or even as good, as long as they get paid. “Opposite” is satisfying enough while they roll around in their own arrogance to mask the scent of immorality.

The Democratic Senators cower behind their snide commentary (it’s better to look momentarily clever than perpetually ineffective) and pat themselves on the back for having the ‘courage’ to talk the talk when their knees buckle with fear and they can’t walk the walk. Talking is responsibility enough as long as they get paid.

Trump, The Juggernaut of Gibberish is growing fat on the flattery offered by his subordinates. Their co-dependency on his position ensures they provide a steady supply of reassurance for his delusional diet – that’s the only way they get paid.

It’s an unrighteous and abhorrent nightmare of truly epic proportions.

I witnessed the train being built.
I heard it leave the station.
I smell the fuel burning.
I see the bridge is out.
The brakeman’s hands are busy clutching his vanity.

Millions are already suffering with millions more soon to join them. Millions of people will lose their lives as a direct result of the self-entitled, self-absorbed few.

What have you done?

Jeeze Louise! What’s this Country Coming To? aka #TheTrumpMenace

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I. Can’t. Even. <– not just an outdated ‘white girl’ meme, the state of my believability meter since November 8, 2016. For realz <– another one. I was almost certain it was going to happen even though I wanted it to not happen so hard! I took GREAT pains to try and prevent it. I failed. Now for months I have been shaking my head, shaking my confidence, shaking my fists, metaphorically shaking every asshat, idiot, fool and COWARD (there has been an abundance of cowards) that’s had the misfortune of entering my space, shaking up and plain old shaking my nerves. Quite literally, shaking all over.

I bet you’re thinking I’m going to ramble on and on about how eminently f***** up the US of A currently is; guess you don’t know me as well as you thought you did. :) I. Can’t. Even. There is too much f*****. There comes a point when the most verbose, long-winded, loquacious, wordy person’s drive to expound is eclipsed by the instinct of self-preservation. (At least for awhile.)

But that’s OK, because there is some good news – a tonic for the clear-eyed, open-minded, profoundly disheartened, shaky folks! Lessons in humanity and the foundation of America’s most noble principals only moderately clothed in consumerism!

Go to YouTube and watch the full 84 Lumber message/ad, watch the Airbnb message/ad, watch the reused Coca-Cola message/ad; watch these ads that eloquently present the best of what this country is, while simultaneously sticking up two normal, adult-sized fingers at the current POTUS. Watch them all at least long enough to count as a view and let them be proof that the United States values life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, and we will NOT allow ANYone to distort that vision or corrupt our Constitution!

[I was just wondering… did you hear Ray Charles singing America, the Beautiful in your head whilst reading that last paragraph? I did. It made me laugh. I guess all my talk about ads must’ve reminded me of one (or several) that featured that tune.]

**MY AD** Spectatorial Haze is now available as a sticker. Buy some and stick it to the man. (Actually, a few men, but you know, that I know, that you know who we’re both talking about.)   **AD OVER**

Honestly, kids, watching ads (and buying stickers) may not seem revolutionary, but when reality itself is being threatened it’s fundamentally and absolutely imperative to demand the truth and create factual situations that cannot be ignored or perverted by even the most delusional.

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