Are we the last generation of Americans…

Who are proud of their country? Who feel safer than any other people in the world? Who can trust in law and justice?

While we are waiting (for the answers, for the inevitable, for????)… Let’s talk about other stuff.

We are having a beautiful fall. And even in the realm of the political, it feels like the Trump brouhaha has awakened a sleeping populace (ours), which is a good thing. More and varied opinions are being expressed in public.

My understanding of things is that his (DJT) insecurities make it quite difficult for him to make an unpopular decision. He wants to please. Unfortunately, he often wants to please white nationalists or neo-Nazis, or Vladimir. Things trip lightly and mindlessly off his tongue and I think of John McCain’s famous little ditty: “Bomb, bomb, bomb; bomb, bomb Iran.” We all took that as a bit of humor. Not so much humor to be taken from Trump’s words.

He is truly a wild card. His ego can’t handle any sleights or any (perceived) failure of respect, so he becomes wildly agitated. It hasn’t helped, of course, that his Secretary of State called him a fucking moron. But someone had to say what so many have been thinking. And, strangely, Trump has not yet fired Tillerson. Instead, he has challenged him to an IQ test. The absurd just gets absurder (and, yes, I know I was just docked two IQ points for not saying “more absurd.” Just a little moronic solidarity with dear leader.)


First of all: Hello! I know it’s been a while. But I’m still here…

Sometimes there’s a word that needs no explanation, a word that completely conveys an important truth or aspect of reality. Today the word “moron” has entered that zone. I modify it only as follows: Moron in Chief. Yes. That’s who he is. That’s who is sitting on his gold and bacon throne in the White House (you mean you didn’t know he had a throne made of equal parts of gold and bacon? Come on…where have you been?)

Not that naming someone or something defuses their power…enough to calm the jumping jacks going on in my stomach since the big “M” assumed the mantel of leadership (and I use that term loosely). No. The saying (or even braying) of that word doesn’t make everything all better. But it really feels so good to hear that particular truth sung out in public. Maybe next we can say “f…ing idiot.” Maybe.

For me the word demands that a question be answered: What the hell do we do while the country is being led (yes, yes – I know there is no actual ‘leading’ going on) by a moron? How do we cope, mitigate the impact, keep from crying all the time, or keep oneself from overdosing on Häagen-Dazs? No easy answer. But you know It’s the hard questions for which they pay me the big bucks.

First of all, the most important thing is not to surrender; no loss of heart please – keep hope alive. All those trite things your parents used to say: this too shall pass; what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger; right makes might; only the good die young – Oh, wait…I think I’ve lost the thread. What I’m trying to say is… as bad as it is with the big blond moron as head of state – if we stay present with each other and our deepest moral truths, we will still be here when he is but a weird footnote in American history.

Of course, I do realize that it is also true that we are balanced precariously on a precipice. (Is that redundant?) So we have to not lose sight of the delicacy of our position.

Here’s the thing about morons – of the truly deviant kind. They can produce a big pile of moronic shit, but we do not have to step in it. And, if we don’t, it’s kind of likely that they – okay let’s drop the generalization – he will turn all hurt and whiny; he – who has the thinnest of skins – will forget about everything else and just complain that he isn’t getting the respect he deserves, that we all are ungrateful and misguided (that is if he actually knows any three syllable words).

I would be happy to see that, because the more his narcissism becomes his only sensibility, the less likely he will be to put any of his moronic ideas into practice. And the ideal outcome of this horror show of a presidency will be to have his tenure pass without him setting permanently destructive forces loose on our land or in our world.

So, let’s keep the moron occupied with his cherished outrage; don’t let him catch his breath.

Say it with me: