“And if you go Chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ‘em a “hookah” smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call ‘The Donald’
When he was just as small”
----Jefferson
Airplane “White Rabbit” (parody)
We have
been sucked down a rabbit hole or, perhaps, a worm-hole drawing us into a time-warp,
like something straight out of science fiction, taking us not to Alice’s
“Wonderland” but straight back to that place so very dear to every
card-carrying member of the “Generation of Swine”: “Doodyville”.
Yes,
kids it’s “Howdy-Doody” time. That place that, so long ago, first caught our
imagination. The problem is that “Howdy” and “Buffalo Bob Smith” are no longer
with us, but Phineas T. Bluster is still mayor and the pesky village idiot “flub-a-Dub”
is still loose about town.
Something
has gone seriously wrong in “Star Trek’s” transporter room for “Doodyville” has
morphed into Washington D.C. and Bluster is no longer mayor but president of
the United States, and “flub-a-dub” is now leader of North Korea.
We’ve
had a ‘war of words’, so to speak, in the last week or ten days, striking the
international community like a hammer hitting a tuning fork. What is terrifying is that this war of words involves
the possible use of nuclear weapons.
Caesar
Disgustus is, at this point in his reign, in desperate straits. He needs a major diversion, something that
will get the country’s attention once and for all off the Russian investigation
and his web of corrupt financial dealings associated with it. “Flub-a-Dub” needs security and to be
recognized as an important regional, if not global, leader. The problem is that neither of them are any
good at walking back from the rhetoric, neither can admit mistakes, neither can
be seen to capitulate.
Disgustus
had made his case for the presidency by telling the country that he is the
greatest deal-maker in history. That
remains to be seen. But what is clear is
that any negotiations worth their salt are not conducted in public under the
harsh glare of klieg lights. All serious
negotiations are done behind closed doors so as to prevent the necessity of
each side, or both sides, from being seen as retreating by compromise.
“Twitter”
is not the medium for conducting any public policy, especially international
relations. It is obvious to even the most inexperienced negotiator that one
does not negotiate on ‘Twitter’, for this medium is made only for the simple
declarative statement, here twisted by Disgustus into baiting and bombast. Not
only is the ‘(anti) social media’ altogether too public for such delicacy but
one cannot address complex issues in 40 characters or less, unless, of course,
one is a birdbrain. Now the birdbrain in
the White House is presently painting himself into a corner; climbing out on a
limb from which he will not easily climb down.
Disgustus says he is responding to new threats by the Koreans. It is a lie.
“Flub-a-Dub” and his regime have been making the same bellicose
statements for years, and what is different is not the range of the latest
missile tests or reports that they can now be armed with nuclear weapons. These things have been a long time in coming
and the U.S. has very few options to prevent it. What is new is that we have an idiot of our
own at the head of the government, a barnyard blowhard full of hot air and
bluster who knows not where he is going nor how to get there. How long we will be down this rabbit hole,
long we will be trapped in “Doodyville”, how long we will be lost in this
national nightmare remains to be seen. “Clarabelle”
the clown has long since morphed into ‘Captain Kangaroo” and can no longer
alleviate the tension. It is a very
dangerous situation.
It is
clear that the swine in the ‘Peanut Gallery’ have smoked too much ‘hookah’ and
have dropped altogether too much acid.
Our collective ‘flashbacks’ have become a national, indeed an
international nightmare.
Only a
twit uses ‘twitter’.
Only a
birdbrain ‘tweets’.
Impeach and Imprison.
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