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A Burning Flag

Some thoughts about the PGOTUS.

Zzzt, foomp.

The PGOTUS has proclaimed: flag burners, all tens of yous, should spend a year in jail or hand in your ‘Merica Card at the nearest church! It hath proclaimed that millions of illegal immigrants voted against it! And the PGOTUS also “was very impressed!” by Gen. David Petraeus. It was, no doubt, also impressed by Mitt Romney joining it for dinner. Its ego grows by the day.

How should we react when the PGOTUS says crazy things? When it does crazy things? Should we be afraid? Should we donate the Jill Stein and hope for a miracle? Flee? Burn the flag?

The PGOTUS doesn’t understand the role of executive. All it understands is reproach and praise. Every single thing in its world is either the best or the pits. The PGOTUS lives inside of a monochromatic prison of its own design—the best monochromatic prison: gold on gold with gold trimming.

The role of the executive is to make the best out of what we have got, and to push for better. The role of the executive is to understand the threats and opportunities our nation faces, and to meet them. Flag burning is not a threat. Factless visions of illegal voting, dreamed up by deluded minds, are not a threat.

But PGOTUS does not care. PGOTUS looks out on a world it does not know from a place of deep confusion. It suffers from a disease that science has never studied thanks to the distorted profit motive of the medical fields. It suffers alone, afraid.

The PGOTUS will say more crazy things. “If I had a dollar for every time I ripped someone off, I’d have exactly the amount of money I have!” is what it will say. The people who like the PGOTUS will cheer. They are hypnotized by PGOTUS. They are the people of OZ, goldmongers that believe only in the allure of that 79-proton element. The PGOTUS has the gold, so the PGOTUS must be of divinity, they believe.

The PGOTUS will give tax breaks and other doodads to companies that have, in the recent past, sold military secrets to China (and admitted it in a court of law!), despite all its rhetoric about being tough on companies moving out, being tough on China, being strong on military. The PGOTUS is not equipped to handle the task ahead.

The PGOTUS will teach corporations to keep throwing tantrums so they get even more preferential treatment at the expense of the citizenry. And after they get what they want, they can always make the moves anyway, without consequence. The PGOTUS will gladly see taxpayers pay Tuesday for its political hamburger today.

The PGOTUS is currently on an apology tour, showing everybody what a sorry thing it is. Who gives a fuck about saving the flag when lives are at stake and the PGOTUS is too dim to see it. We can always make more flags, but the pending destruction will take a lot longer to mend.

Trump Tone

Looking forward to the regressive, mangled Trump presidency.

Happy Thanksgiving. Or maybe in the memeocracy it should be called Fucksgiving, as in the day we give fucks about things.

Donald Trump has yet to reassure the public on his competence, his demeanor, or any of the other things we seek from a president. He has planned a victory lap (or a thank you lap, depending on which mouth of his campaign apparatus is speaking). He has offered up nominations for various Tsars that offer no reassurance that he will form a whole\hyp{}cloth approach to government.

But the tone itself is the most disconcerting. He continues to seek ego-petting and placation, with one report stating that Mitt Romney will only be offered the position of the nation’s mouthpiece to the world if he kisses the ring. He has not attempted to be conciliatory, even to his former opponent Hillary Clinton, merely stating that he will not seek to have her imprisoned.

In short, imagine if Donald Trump were elected president, and you have a pretty good picture of what’s going on with—oh. Ha, ha, ha.

The tone from the Republican leaders in the legislature is muted. They are following the same script from the campaign, which is to try not to upset Trump while pretending to focus on their legislative agenda. They are the guy in the break room that is sipping from the empty soda can while the fight goes on, trying to pretend that he doesn’t notice.

The Democrats appear to be shaking off their defeats and seeking to mobilize with vigor. So, we come to the question of why they lost.

For anything as complicated as politics, of course, there are many parts to an answer to that question. In 2012, Romney lost because Obama was popular, because the traditional coalition had shrunk, because Romney himself was rather stiff, and so on.

In 2016, I must return to my thesis that the more fun candidate won. Hillary never cemented herself as a soulful, fun person. Trump didn’t either, but the level of animation and outrage the man embodies make up for the lack of a human personality. In other words, having some form of overstated persona beats a limited, timid one. People forgive a lot in campaigns if you come across as an active participant, someone who cares enough to speak even if the words come out wrong.

So, with that my plan for 2020 is to examine the race through the lens of funnest-person-wins. Early betting markets currently have the ticket of sex, drugs, and rock and roll (to be determined which one will be top-ticket, which will be veep, and which will sit out) ahead of World War III.