“The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.

The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”                               H L Mencken


The dog days of August behind us and the balance of autumn equinox about to arrive, our electoral folly has taken now a few perilous zig-zags with more surely to come in the remaining weeks of 24/7 Trump Trump Trump overload. Hilary sick! Obama was born in the USA (hit it Bruce!) and Mr Trump has come to honorably bury the vile rumor initiated by Crooked Clinton. And the Secret Service detail for I’m With Her should junk their guns and “see what happens.”

Mr Trump, win or lose, has certainly taken the body politic on a ride we won’t forget anytime soon, or, well, hell, maybe we will. America seems to have an increasingly Alzheimered behavior regarding history, so perhaps we’ll promptly forget whatever Mr Trump said yesterday in favor of the latest fabrication. Lie lie lie lie, and deny deny deny. Actually given this performance perhaps he should be President since his practice is essentially what the government does as a regular practice to my life-long experience, though it has usually done so far more artfully. So why not the Full Monty, in your face reality-TV guvmint.


The naked would-be emperor has, in flaunting his new clothes, also magically managed to disrobe most of both his most fervent and most reluctant supporters. Those on the evangelical allegedly-religious Right have gone full tilt for Trump, “family values” and “Christianity” be damned. A pathological liar, casino mogul, thrice married, foul-mouthed lout somehow in their view morphs into the perfect champion for them. Which, to anyone who might have ever believed them to begin with might come as a big surprise, but the hypocrisy of the fundamentalists has been transparent since long before Elmer Gantry – as American as apple pie as it were. For those reluctant – mostly Republican party apparatchiks – the process of submitting to their “standard bearer” has been akin to an Olympic contest in contortionism. Torqued into the the proverbial pretzel, the likes of Ryan, Gingrich and a host of others, have supplicated themselves in a manner so obvious as to show that their supposed ideological purity is a total sham, and they will do anything to cozy up to the prospect of power in the vulgar political sense of being chummy with their potential would-be President. Their behavior shows the craven cowardice of the typical follower of dictators, ass-licking sycophants who hold on for dear life to the dingle-berries of their “leader.”


Ironically the refusal of a handful of old-timey (and new-minted) Republicans makes for an equally bizarre show of “honor”: the pathetic Jeb!, the slimy unctuous Cruz, and a few others, in “just saying no” elevate themselves in the shit-pile of their party to being the “conscience” of a mindless beast. Bravo!

Though finally the matter devolves into the 35-40% or more of the voting “public” for whom Trump is a hero, a kick in the butt to the “establishment” (which most assuredly deserves it), and for whom whatever his absurd twists and turns, his endless lies, he is forgiven all as he seemingly voices their jingoistic, racist, misogynist, and utterly and truly stupid views, all cranked into high-stress by the paradigm shifting reality of the economy, with which the “experts” are utterly incapable of coping.  A “perfect storm.”  Which, in turn, has generated a really really great shit-storm.  Believe me.




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