“I’ll take my martini black, thanks.”
I’m a heap of stirred-up about the world this day. I awoke to a vision of a Trumptopian future looking a lot like the opening scenes from the movie “Elysium.” With every new day comes a shuddering feeling from seeing his huge O-shaped horror mouth in the news somewhere…EVERYWHERE. His ugh face presence surrounds me and I wonder how I can turn off all media to live off the grid until November. But then, what about after November. This crazed loon will not be going away any time soon. No one I know can figure out why he’s running. He certainly cares NOT about America and helping its citizens in their daily lives. I can’t imagine him waking up at 5a every day to roll up his sleeves to work for America until midnight. That’s not Donald McDonald. That’s not the style of billionaire boy, reality-show hack Trumproast. He has no plans to work for any of us. I don’t even believe that he really wants to be President but rather just wants to show the world that he can get elected. If these Untied States give him a spot in the White House, he’ll play king as he spin passes the rugby ball of important day-to-day work back to Pence while the rest of us are left to form a scrum to survive.
Meanwhile, I continue to ponder at the power of ALEC. Yeah, that’s the cute, hugable shortened name of the American Legislative Exchange Council which has been busy making life in America one right-wing cluster-fuck of Hell. They are working the $$ up and down the election ticket to ensure their stooges are your Governors, Mayors, Senators, and Assembly people. Focus on the word “Exchange” for a minute so that you fully get the picture. Membership in their org brings you a lot of money for your next campaign. What do you have to do in “exchange” for that money? Put through and work to pass their “model bills” which is a nice way of saying legislation aimed at making America the dystopian nightmare of uneducated poor feeding off a media circus of lies while your “representatives” vote to put more money into the pockets of the super-rich. Bill Moyers showcased their evil in The United States of ALEC in 2012 and has been reporting even more about them since. Don’t you just love the sound of “a national consortium of state politicians and powerful corporations?” Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? Yup, not for me either. The dark green to yellowish-brown fluid called bile builds in my tummy and rises up to my mouth in a reflux just thinking about them. (Sorry, gross. I know.)
Meanwhile, let’s be captivated by the flag-bearing, oily Tongan marching in the parade of nations at the opening ceremonies of the 2016 Olympics in Rio while we worry about the new mutant Super Lice outbreak in 48 states. That’s about as scary as 30-million locusts swarming in Egypt a few years back. I get shivers thinking about that many bugs in the air, but in your hair??? Check out this definition: “The head louse is an obligate ectoparasite of humans that causes head lice infestation. Head lice are wingless insects spending their entire life on the human scalp and feeding exclusively on human blood.” Sounds a little like ALEC, doesn’t it?
All the while the billionaire space club rockets to anywhere-but-here with guys like Elon Musk and Richard Branson delving into space exploration to appeal to their bored, wealthy celeb friends for a ride. Let the Koch-Bros and their ilk buy democracy. The government is messy and unnecessary to most of the uber-wealthy. The rest of us hard-working citizens can take the shaft while the “Beam me up, Scotty.” crowd soars to new heights.
Conjuring up a song for Dame Shirley Bassey to come out of exile to record for the new Jamed Blond flick: “Dr. No RussiaFinger You Only Die Twice on a Moonraker” starring Kanye and Kim.
Good heavens, pour me another…
Richard Branson. (Thank you, Slate.com for the pic and the article.)