“What are you looking at?” a man asked his breakfast companion, who was transfixed by his cell phone.
“Just seeing what kind of chaos he’s causing today,” came the reply.
Mediavenger was quietly enjoying a solo breakfast at one of his favorite casual morning haunts and couldn’t help but overhear the conversation from a booth away, especially after having wrongly politically pegged the older blue-collar white men and accordingly dreading that the subject of the new president would pop up.
“You know what the problem is?” the first man asked rhetorically. “No beard in the White House.”
“No what?”
“No beard. There hasn’t been a beard in the White House for 122 years.”
While people of all persuasions are going out on longer, thinner limbs trying to make sense of the senseless, the central figure in it all seems as patently clueless about any need to earn the trust of the American people as he is about how to serve rationally as their president.
The avid spouter of his own holier-than-thou lexicon swore on January 20th to uphold the Constitution of the United States while he and his party prepare to cherry-pick it for all it’s worth (to them) and cast aside the pits to the peasants. His loving peasants! Aren’t they beautiful in their simple adoration!
He also promised some group of people — difficult to discern whether only his own supporters or the middle-class public at large — that they would never be ignored again. Fine, let’s go with middle class at large. Most Americans don’t want him in office. What’s he going to do about it, other than simply ignore them?
The undeniably least qualified president of all time, equipped with anti-mandate if any at all, was fresh off reinforcing his standing as a con artist in his first pre-office press conference, where he spewed half-witted rancor right in keeping with the mind-numbing rhetoric of his campaign to make America great again — as long as “great” means mindless obeisance to a right-wing utopic dream where none will doubt that even nuclear war can scarcely be matched for its beauty.
Fake news, the self-christened great one and his minions protest whenever the real news reveals the obvious about his vapid ideas, inane visions and sophomoric-to-infantile delusions of grandeur, immediately in rankled denial over numbers, whether of protesters worldwide (couldn’t have been that many!) or the throng that turned out for his public ballcaps-for-brains fist-bump (there were way more than that!).
The co-inventor and biggest ally of fake news clearly believes that a majority of the American people can be duped by a piling on of the same political con game that won him office in spite of losing the election by three million votes, and counting all votes, falling 10 million short of a mandate. That’s right, voted off the show by the people!
Fully credible intelligence reports of Russian interference in an American presidential election in which an endless series of irresponsible, ill-informed and monstrously inflammatory leaks all went against his opponent? Nonsense, and no one who had anything to hide would call it nonsense, right? Everyone knows that anyone with nothing to hide would never want to welcome an investigation. Well, no one except someone who may be starting to realize the real possibility of his real and really really huge crimes about to be slathered across the face of the planet with his indelible visage stamped on them.
So any potential attempt at credibility will be left to fidget nervously at the bedside of insurrection, bloated with hungry, tragic love begging to crash and burn with the palpable threat of taking a country and a planet with it, and the torchbearer of that sad triangle eagerly broadcasts to a world that is very much watching as a master manipulator who has been fingered as such pretends that all that doesn’t flatter or praise him to the heavens is fake and that indulging in political romance with a tyrant makes good sense.
Mainstream media, to their credit, are attempting to accommodate the biggest bastion of buffoonery ever to call himself a leader, but they really shouldn’t try that hard to do what’s not beyond but beneath belief. Should we review? Do we really need to? Can we really stand it?
From five-plus years of witless birtherism crap to blaming the Orlando tragedy on the outgoing actual president to tweeting that his opponent blew up one of his campaign offices to swearing that he knows more about Isis than the generals do to appointing a succession of unqualified misfits to cabinet posts as if they were no more significant than seats on a game show to calling the Russian influence investigation very unfair (just when Putey was about to come over so they could pway with their wockets!), it’s beneath belief — no, it’s impossible to believe — that a majority of the American people of every political persuasion don’t know better and that they won’t demand it in short order.