From the Slope of Hope: Since today is President’s Day, I think I’ll write about something Presidential. And this quote from our patron saint George Carlin is absolutely crucial to the piece:
“When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front row seat.”
See, I want it crystal clear at the outset that there is nothing political about what I’ve got to say. Our nation is deeply divided along political lines – – the worst I’ve ever seen – – and while I can write or tweet about just about anything under the sun without repercussion, the moment I so much as mention the word “Trump” without words of gushing adulation next to it, some Duck Dynasty-watching mental midget flips out.
So let me drive this point home: I have no ax to grind. I have no agenda. I simply don’t care. Trump could become the greatest president in history, and I don’t care. He could resign today, and I don’t care. Seriously. He and his whole family mean as much to me as I do to him. Zero. None. Zilch. Got it? Thank you.
Having said that, I’d like you to step back and consider the superficial state of our nation today:
So, all in all, life is awfully good, right?
And yet, with all these advantages – – these enormous, global, sweeping positives – – there is chaos and strife on the political scene. We have a president who exceeded an unpopularity rating of 50% faster than anyone in history (8 days, as compared to 1,361 days for Reagan). People being offered cabinet posts are saying “no”, which happens just about never. Plus you’ve got the whole Flynn situation. To say nothing of the fact that public discourse is now evidently at the level of a Wayne’s World episode (this tweet is just from today):
I could go on, but you get the idea. Seriously, think about what kind of trauma, angst, and political fireworks would be going on then.
Personally, I don’t think Trump is going to ride out his entire four years, but even if he does, one should shudder to think about how he’s going to behave when this world of sunshine, lollipops, and flowers takes a holiday. Face it, folks, we live in a world where a company like SNAP is able to sell $20 billion of its own stock. A world this pristine isn’t going to last. Somewhere, sometime, things are going to start to go wrong, and it’s going to be one hell of a show when it does.