Jay Meehan: The Oval Office walls are closing in
“You can cut all the flowers but you can’t keep spring from coming.”
~ Pablo Neruda
Our esteemed leader feels the night closing in. His pouting session on the back end of the midterms has morphed into rage and he’s seeing to it that there won’t be any peace in the valley until the CIA and the FBI and the Special Counsel lay in smoldering ruin.
Pacing back and forth in a reality where everything that doesn’t go his way is rigged or faked or chock-full of bad actors, he has learned to inject crisis into the nation’s every waking moment. The dude is crackin’ up and the light at the end of the tunnel recedes further each day.
Prenuptials with the planet’s despots and dictators emerge when the moral high ground gets in the way of family fortune or autocratic rule. There is a breach in the bulkhead and the good ship USA is taking on the tides of fascism faster than its natural buoyancy of democracy can respond.
Once again, we teeter on the brink. The Mueller probe appears on the cusp of disclosure and anyone caught on the crossfire of subpoenas and presidential pardons might do well to seek shelter. If Paul Manafort’s recent activity doesn’t portend a ripple in the price of flak jacket shares on Wall Street, nothing will.
The Republican Party has no skeletal reference of its own. Its spine is painted on in orange watercolor. They push agendas of the flat-earth society and pro-slavery enclaves that make up their base. On a day that NASA safely landed a spacecraft on Mars (no mean feat, by the way) they reaffirmed their climate denial.
There is a nip in the air and omens loom large. The next few weeks leading up to the new congress being sworn-in could well be a rocky road. The envelope containing unilateral executive powers will no doubt be pushed past the event horizon of where government is by and for the people to one on the edge of corporate mob rule.
Pushing the country from one international crisis to another in order to incubate a culture of fear is what despots do when they themselves become frightened. They lash out in anger, blaming those with less. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free?” Give me a break!
The voices in the President’s head are now back in charge. The swagger has for the most part returned to where he could go “all in” on any pot. His “bluff button” is totally enabled and if that doesn’t give one pause, well, you may wish to pass your Geiger counter over his chip stack.
Wide-eyed and terrified mothers are dragging barefoot kids in diapers through clouds of tear gas while our legacy grows exponentially more malignant with each passing hour. The profit margin of fighter jets sold to the equally demonic among his peer group seems to have morphed into a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Dismemberment has become a misdemeanor in the same way demagoguery is now de rigueur. His mouth opens and the waters get muddier. You can’t make this stuff up.
Meanwhile, back at El Rancho Greedy, the buffoon-in-question’s ongoing lip-locks with Putin and Company continue, albeit somewhat more sporadically. They do have the occasional highly-insincere “cat fight” if only to alert their constituencies of their ongoing independence from each other.
Let’s get this show on the road. Let’s get it all out there and play it as it lays. Let’s force his hand and call his bluff. If he took pleasure from paradise let’s see how he does once the results of the Russia probe see the light of day.
Not that for a minute do I believe the most mortal of sins would nudge the needle among his base. This is not a morality play where they are concerned. Even the evangelicals in their midst wouldn’t recognize Christ-like behavior for what it was. No, this is about the revenge of Caucasians with low self-esteem.
They stole this land fair and square before accumulating its wealth via slave labor and any notion that atonement on their part is past due is fake economics. This is about eliminating education and keeping the great unwashed in their place. This is about those that have convincing those that don’t that those of a different hue are to blame.
Jay Meehan is a culture junkie and has been an observer, participant, and chronicler of the Park City and Wasatch County social and political scenes for more than 40 years.
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