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Waiting For Donald’s Big Parade

It’s getting scarier and scarier out there.  Or as our regressively  evolving jargon might have it, “more scary.”   Illiteracy in America.  It’s a terrible thing.  Did you know that eighty-five percent of all the kids who get into trouble and subsequently come into contact with the courts are functionally illiterate?  Here in America?

Yesterday, our fearless leader was at a Marine Corps Air Station in California, talking about the need for a “Space Force,” because in the near future, our Air Force, presumably won’t be enough.  “My God, he’s been watching ‘Battlestar Gallactica’ again” I thought as beads of sweat formed on my forehead while pouring a big glass of Chardonnay to help kill the pain of contemporary living.

I needed it, as today I awoke to find the fat man had issued a tweet, talking about the Marine “Core.”  Maybe it was a Russian bot?  One can only hope.  Pretty sure it was the fat man though and not his buddy Putin who’s being charged with spreading a military-grade nerve agent on the streets of the UK, putting three people including a police officer in the hospital, all in critical condition.

But hey, fourteen suspicious deaths are now being investigated for possible links to Russian assassins in the UK, so this most recent nerve agent murder spree was probably just Vlad out doing his thing as a warning to anyone who might be thinking of betraying Mother Russia.   That’s what some of the pundits think.

They also warn that it could happen here on U.S soil, where we’re busy enough killing ourselves and our kids with military grade assault weapons available over-the-counter at your local gun store,  with full-auto conversion kits available at some gun shows.  According to the American Academy of Pediatrics, 1,300 children die from gunshot wounds in the U.S. annually with no help at all from Russian assassins.   That number is thirteen-hundred.  Each year.  Shot dead.   With or without “bump stocks.”

If all of that isn’t enough to scare you into never again leaving home, the networks are now warning about Russia’s increased activity in submarine warfare up in the Arctic.    Remember “The Hunt for Red October,” with Sean Connery?  That kind of thing.  Only this is apparently real.   Scary, huh?   Doesn’t it feel at times like somebody might be trying to make things even scarier than they really are?

In light of these terrible threats,  our fearless leader was out speaking to an audience of military personnel, promising them a pay raise just to guarantee applause.   He was presumably at a military installation because most of the country no longer wants to have anything to do with him or his peculiar brand of madness as he fires his Secretary of State just before breaking an agreement with one country over the possible development of nuclear weapons and works to establish ties with another rouge nation over…..ah…..that exact same thing.

It feels like one of those old Daffy Duck cartoons, where Daffy is out of control, bouncing off the walls and yelling, “Woo woo!  Woo woo!  Woo woo!”   Except this isn’t Daffy Duck, this is our very own fearless leader.   And now he’s talking about a new war in space, a war that so far is taking place only in that bizarre space inside his head while he waits for his upcoming military parade.

Who can you think of that uses irrational fear to promote unlimited military growth at the cost of more civilized behavior, like putting money into education, affordable healthcare and care for the nation’s very young and very old?   Where in the world do autocratic leaders demand military parades serving no purpose but to make the autocrats look powerful while their pitiful powerless subjects are forced to ignore how little they actually have?   Where does that happen?

It happened in Germany and Italy in the 1930’s.  It’s happening now in places like Russia, North Korea and anywhere else Democracy has been snuffed out by the kind of authoritarian madness our very own fearless leader appears to admire, as he awaits his own big fat military parade through the streets of our nation’s capitol paid for by millions of our tax dollars.

“Woo woo!  Woo woo! Woo woo!” everybody, and fasten your seatbelts, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.