You know, when you're the Center of the Known Universe once in a great while you have to pause and reflect upon the state of things. Now, here was this utter business failure who was propped up, many people say by the Russian Government to subvert the very fabric of America, who by dint of his appeal to the "masses (of asses)" and opposing a candidate who had been vilified by the media establishment (read: GOP) for decades, as well as seditious interference by said Russian interests, elevated to the most powerful position on the planet Earth. Using brazen over-the-top aggressive techniques perfected by predecessors such as Hitler, Napoleon, and Genghis Khan he solidified his hold on America, demanding obeisance from the elected officials of his titular Party who were all too happy to fall into line - in order to keep the photos and the video off the internet, of course.
But like a heavyweight prize fight in the later rounds, the Champ let his guard down and suffered a hard right to the ribs during the impeachment ordeal, but layers of protection softened the blow. Next, however was a roundhouse to the side of his head. This virus came out of seemingly nowhere and in no time at all, knocked him down to the canvas, bleeding from his ear lobe, and in some fair pain. The bell rang and in his corner, the trainers couldn't stop the hemorrhage, now cascading down his shoulder. Since the rules of the match allowed him to continue, he stood up at the bell and went back into the center of the ring. The problem for him was not his opponent so much as the sight of his own blood made him sick. Flailing, swinging wildly, he landed inconsequential blows on his adversary, in this case making impossible promises to the People, contradicting experts and basic science, and yes, mathematics. He really hadn't been paying much attention senior year in high school when exponential functions were being discussed in analytic geometry. His usage of the terms "many people" and "nobody would have thought" demonstrated his utter ignorance of real numbers and statistics.
So we have a situation wherein the magician cannot hypnotize a viral particle and all of his assets, both domestic and foreign, cannot protect him: the hotels are shuttered, the golf courses empty, the possibilities for more development on hold indefinitely - and that's a significant amount of time when you're in your Seventies, the promise of a very difficult election ahead wherein your ignorance, your lack of conscience, your lack of humanity, your lack of intellectual capacity, your lack of any real emotionality was onstage for everyone to see. Many have said he's the Teflon Don, yes - many people say that, but one thing about Teflon: when it's scratched everything sticks to it.
And the poor offspring: tarred with the same brush: Ivanka who changed her drivers license to the address of her plastic surgeon, since she spent so much time there, is having problems with her "brand", and it's only going to get worse as people don't go out to shop AND don't want to be seen in her third-rate styles. The two adult sons, well, it's gotten quiet because they are scared to death - they, unlike the rest of us, know EXACTLY what their daddy is guilty of and it may all be coming home to roost soon. I'm not referring of course to judicial proceedings, I'm talking Hand of God intervention. The game only has a finite amount of time to be played and then it is going to be over and when that happens, there is no telling how far these two can fall. It's God's Plan.
"His Judgement Cometh, and that Right Soon" - on the wall of the warden in Shawshank Redemption It's on its way...
What I regret is that Dante is not around to witness this and write a sequel to The Divine Comedy. It'd be #1 on the New York Times best seller list. This story is positively Shakespearean or even Biblical. I do recall that the O.J. Simpson saga was a retelling of Othello, down to the racism and marriage to a white woman as well as the internecine politics of the age...of all ages. This Trump story would make a great play, possibly a trilogy. Or even a whole Book of the Bible. Perhaps God himself will write it as he wrote all the other books. all by himself. Even without a word processor.
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