The richest country in the world, with the lushest, most expansive fertile and beautiful land, power, privilege, modern technology, games, toys, entertainment, food, fashion, opportunity, has become, under its scowling, blustering angry new President, Donald Trump, like him, the angriest. And those not like him, who hate the very sight and sound of the man and turn off their televisions every time he opens his mouth, have become even angrier than his base of snarling malcontents who have never had it any better and will not under his wayward, incompetent helm.
The anger of those despising Trump is justified as he turns our country into a cartoon of derangement. But the bilious lot foaming at the mouth over anti-Trumpism seem to identify with a man who never smiles, never apologizes, who attacks everybody who doesn't agree with him or criticizes him as losers and bad people, bad, bad people, and seems to thrive on hatred and revenge. His rumpled face has become even more monstrously cartoonish each day, a ghoulish fright-mask cocked up by special affects geniuses in the movie industry, a visage in which the eyes are cold and furious and vicious and persecuted, so that even Alec Baldwin and Saturday Night Live cannot simulate the venom streaming from this man.
His inaugural address was full of poison and anger and negativity and bleakness and a total lack of humility and graciousness, and so it is that every speech he gives that is not policy is a basic pep-talk, a pep-rally for the angry flag waving, foaming at the mouth mutations attending his rallies which are designed as a diversion from his daily cloud of corruption and moronic tweets and childish blunders and failures here and abroad.
The military has a name for this kind of person and policy—FUBAR, or, fucked up beyond all reason.
This fomenting anger he emits on a day to day basis is wearing down most of the country and turning his base into an ugly embarrassment to any country. Most amazing, before Trump came to power, they never had it so good. The situation Obama inherited was as bad as any in 70 years—a brutal depression and recession where millions lost everything as banks imploded, and two wars, unpaid for by a dunce named George W. Bush and his Rasputin, Dick Cheney.
Yet Obama never complained once he took office, refrained from blaming the boob before him because he realized how difficult and even impossible the job was and felt that at least Bush had tried and was a decent human being undeserving of being crucified once he left office. Because Obama is not an angry man. Obama, never a rich man, is a happy man, who when anger is called for, exudes a calm, steely determination—he got Ben Laden. Obama, without a string of fashion model wives and spoiled children, is a spiritually prosperous man. Obama talked of hope and tried to inspire. He did not do a great job, was not Franklin Roosevelt, but down the line some of his accomplishments might have proven great if the angry jackal in the White House now and his bitterly angry cohorts had not demolished them.
Somehow, while running for and upon taking office, the fright-mask/garbage mouth of Trump managed to convince his angry mob of petulant Americans that things in America were at their worst in our history, when in truth everything was better than in 2009, when Obama took the reins, just as they were when Bill Clinton left office in 2001.
Well, they (Trump's flag-wavers) want something to be angry about, just wait, folks, you ain't seen nothin' yet, after this increasingly irrational hater gets through, even if he is impeached.
Thomas Jefferson, one of our most highly educated intellectual presidents, was a man who decried anger, felt it was a disastrous trait and, along with self-pity, the most destructive force in human nature. An angry, self-pitying person was a person heading for personal disaster, and the two negative human traits went hand in hand, fed off each other, offered nothing for the common good, only interior and exterior chaos and pain and eventual tragedy.
And so it is with a nation as well as a person.
Now, today, when we see the confrontations threatening free speech at places like Berkeley and elsewhere, when we see an angry Sean Spicer lying to the media and attacking it while his angry leader wakes up in the wee hours and calls real news fake news while tweeting about the fake news he's just seen on Fox and other distributors of lies, and we realize our hating angry leader is hunkering down in his compound and preparing to increase the lies and the hatred and the anger, we also realize a man like Jefferson and Obama is lost in the American melee rapidly descending into a vortex of chaos and potential tragedy.
The anger of those despising Trump is justified as he turns our country into a cartoon of derangement. But the bilious lot foaming at the mouth over anti-Trumpism seem to identify with a man who never smiles, never apologizes, who attacks everybody who doesn't agree with him or criticizes him as losers and bad people, bad, bad people, and seems to thrive on hatred and revenge. His rumpled face has become even more monstrously cartoonish each day, a ghoulish fright-mask cocked up by special affects geniuses in the movie industry, a visage in which the eyes are cold and furious and vicious and persecuted, so that even Alec Baldwin and Saturday Night Live cannot simulate the venom streaming from this man.
His inaugural address was full of poison and anger and negativity and bleakness and a total lack of humility and graciousness, and so it is that every speech he gives that is not policy is a basic pep-talk, a pep-rally for the angry flag waving, foaming at the mouth mutations attending his rallies which are designed as a diversion from his daily cloud of corruption and moronic tweets and childish blunders and failures here and abroad.
The military has a name for this kind of person and policy—FUBAR, or, fucked up beyond all reason.
This fomenting anger he emits on a day to day basis is wearing down most of the country and turning his base into an ugly embarrassment to any country. Most amazing, before Trump came to power, they never had it so good. The situation Obama inherited was as bad as any in 70 years—a brutal depression and recession where millions lost everything as banks imploded, and two wars, unpaid for by a dunce named George W. Bush and his Rasputin, Dick Cheney.
Yet Obama never complained once he took office, refrained from blaming the boob before him because he realized how difficult and even impossible the job was and felt that at least Bush had tried and was a decent human being undeserving of being crucified once he left office. Because Obama is not an angry man. Obama, never a rich man, is a happy man, who when anger is called for, exudes a calm, steely determination—he got Ben Laden. Obama, without a string of fashion model wives and spoiled children, is a spiritually prosperous man. Obama talked of hope and tried to inspire. He did not do a great job, was not Franklin Roosevelt, but down the line some of his accomplishments might have proven great if the angry jackal in the White House now and his bitterly angry cohorts had not demolished them.
Somehow, while running for and upon taking office, the fright-mask/garbage mouth of Trump managed to convince his angry mob of petulant Americans that things in America were at their worst in our history, when in truth everything was better than in 2009, when Obama took the reins, just as they were when Bill Clinton left office in 2001.
Well, they (Trump's flag-wavers) want something to be angry about, just wait, folks, you ain't seen nothin' yet, after this increasingly irrational hater gets through, even if he is impeached.
Thomas Jefferson, one of our most highly educated intellectual presidents, was a man who decried anger, felt it was a disastrous trait and, along with self-pity, the most destructive force in human nature. An angry, self-pitying person was a person heading for personal disaster, and the two negative human traits went hand in hand, fed off each other, offered nothing for the common good, only interior and exterior chaos and pain and eventual tragedy.
And so it is with a nation as well as a person.
Now, today, when we see the confrontations threatening free speech at places like Berkeley and elsewhere, when we see an angry Sean Spicer lying to the media and attacking it while his angry leader wakes up in the wee hours and calls real news fake news while tweeting about the fake news he's just seen on Fox and other distributors of lies, and we realize our hating angry leader is hunkering down in his compound and preparing to increase the lies and the hatred and the anger, we also realize a man like Jefferson and Obama is lost in the American melee rapidly descending into a vortex of chaos and potential tragedy.
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