There's a silly image in my head, and it won't leave.
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I don't really mind that it's there, though I would prefer some neocortical variety.
Many years ago, I gave my mother a calendar showing scenes from Shakespeare's plays, but with cats instead of humans. These were painted images - not photos - and the cats were all dressed in period costume (for a human - though without the clothes, appropriate period dress for a cat as well) and emoting the text of their scene.
One such cat was dressed more or less like a king and standing defiantly, fists raised in the air, eyes squinting with rage. It was Act III, Scene 2 of King Lear, and the quote was "Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!"
That cat is now stuck in my mind, because I think of it whenever I think of Trump.
For one thing, I think the cat was an orange tabby. Its fur was the same color as the organism living on top of Trump's head.
But I also remember the image for its comical absurdity. Here was a character crying out in fury as his world crumbles around him, grasping for power he believes he deserves, defying a force he cannot control - but it's a cat. A cat with a face filled with such human melodrama, it flew way over the line from dramatic to really funny, even though we know there's pathos in the words. But still, one doesn't want to think it's THAT funny, because even though at the end of the day it's a cat, it's also at the end of the day Shakespeare.
Same thing here. Trump is raging against reality, and reality doesn't care about his defiance. At a certain level, it's both pathetic and funny. But we temper our sense of comedy because even though at the end of the day it's an arrogant, immature, functionally illiterate bigot, it's also at the end of the day the presidency of the USA.
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