Siezed by a kind of political madness heretofore unforseen, our country cries out for someone to make some sense of the insanity. But the great Hunter Thompson is dead, his remains shot from a cannon in Woody Creek. In his absence, no one was coming close to describing exactly what’s going on, with or without Dr. Thompson’s gift for hyperbole, until comedian Lewis Black nailed it on one of the talk shows the other night. “It’s like fiction,” he said. And he’s right.
Like the O.J. Trial, nobody would believe this were it not actually happening, with one candidate refusing to emerge from her bunker to do a news conference while the already explained, endlessly ivestigated and dismissed with anyone with an IQ above of 75, email controversy continues to rage.
At the same time, Donald Von Tumpenheimer, who advocates carpet bombing the Middle East and parts of North Africa (although he didn’t get real specific about exactly where he’d drop the thousands of bombs, bowing away untold numbers of innocent non-combatants) and has referred to Mexicans as “rapists” and says he’ll arrest them all and send them back (or maybe not) before putting up a wall between the U.S. and Mexico (or maybe not) and getting the Mexicans to pay for it (ain’t gonna happen), is actually on his way to Mexico, to meet with Mexican President Enrique Pena Nieto, who, like Trump and Clinton, is terribly unpopular with his constitutents.
There’s another word that describes what’s happening, it’s “blech,” (with an emphasis on the elongated gutteral “c” as in “blecccch”). This entire political season has devolved into a steaming, stinking pile of blech.
It’s just plain nuts, and people are buying into it. It will, however, be fascinating to see what Von Trumpenheimer comes up with and whether Pena Nieto will agree, so that both men come out of the meeting looking better than before. Both of them must think they can do just that, or the meeting wouldn’t be taking place. A meeting between two blechmeisters. Or maybe it’ll just explode in the Donald’s face, with great globs of acidic blech flying everywhere, leaving him with nowhere to go. I doubt it though, as he always manages to come up with something, no matter how amazing and overstated and unbelievable it might be. Which has worked pretty well for him so far, as there are those who will believe anything he says, even without any tax records or a vaild report on his health or proof that his wife and models for his modeling agency immigrated legally. Blech!
As horrible as it might seem, there are those who have gotten used to it and now fondly look forward to a daily dose of blech. Some even binge on it.
So, gentle reader, we are left with two candidates, both terribly unpopular, trying to win the hearts and minds of a nation badly misinformed by pundits and the latest vile political concoction, the so-called “surrogates,” who fan out over the nation like the hired trolls that they are, spewing and splattering bias-filled and highly toxic blech, further marking the death of well-informed objectivity on America’s airwaves, satellite and cable.
I’m tired of being slimed by their blech, day after day. Blech, from the candidates, blech from the pundits, blech from the surrogates, blech from those who repeat the blech that has been repeated a thousand times. Like Hillary’s email or anything that comes out of Donald Trump’s mouth. Piles of blech.
I suspect any number of others feel the same. Millions of Americans, fatigued by the endless stream of blech. So, I quit. I am, as Dr. Thompson would have put it, “getting off the bus.” I’m dropping out and ignoring the whole screaming, steaming, slimy, disgusting mess until November, at which time I will return with a vengence, voting for every Democrat on the ticket.
My people were hard-bitten Eisenhower Republicans, from the great State of Minnesota. As a child, “I Like Ike,” was my entree into the world of politics. But then it started going sour, possibly with Barry Goldwater wanting to nuke North Vietnam, never mind the billions of Chinese just next door. From there it only got worse, with Ronald Reagan tearing the heart out of American unionism with his “take our deal or your fired” offer to the Professional Air Traffic Controllers Organization follwed by years of deregulation and offshoring of jobs gutting Middle America to the delight of the free-trader Republican Neocons, who came to control what was left of the party.
Over the years I didn’t leave the Republicans, the Republicans left me, to the point that they now endanger the continued existence of the Republic. They’ve already effectively killed American Democracy by buying off our political process and then convincing a misinformed electorate that voting for a party that supports corporate feudalism is in their own best interest. Hopefully, if enough people have enough good old Minnesota common sense, this election will be the end of the Republican Party. Is that really too much to hope for?
Republicans, have done nothing but kill each and every initiative that might move the country forward. Anything that promises to create jobs and lift Middle-America up out of the hole it’s in, has been killed by the “Screw you, I’ve got mine” corporatist credo of the Republican Party. The American union movement that once served as a balance to the corporatists, has been devastated as the deregulation of greed-fed “Reagonomics” moved forward.
Greed must be controlled, or we will cease to have a reasonable civilization. We will be thrown back into feudalsim, with Democracy nothing but a distant memory. Just one more failed social initiative. Something a few idealitsts believed in way back when. That’s where the Republicans, Trump or no Trump, will take us. Streets filled with blech. That’s who Von Trumpenheimer, really is. He want’s to be in charge. Totally. An American version of a third world strongman. And that is terribly dangerous.
On the other side, a Democrat in the White House, backed by Dems in the House and Senate, will at least move us forward, with an eye toward improving the country for everyone, and not just the wealthy few, even if that Democrat happens to be Hillary Clinton. I don’t care for her, but she’s far better than the poor little rich kid from New York, who’s trying to set himself up as “Blechmeister Supreme, Emperor of the North!” – which, dear friends, is simply too terrible to contemplate.
See you at the polls in November. Please be there and vote for Hillary Clinton. She is at least, in touch with reality. The Republicans have gone bye bye.