Truth Hurts (but not really)

It is estimated Donald Trump has told more than 20,000 lies since he became the president of the United States.

I can’t do much about any of them. 

But the one thing I can do is to not let him make me into a liar.

The Chairy is better at the truth!

Trump has COVID-19, the potentially lethal virus he’s mask-lessly, and very purposely, downplayed to the rest of us for months. (Note: So far 210,000 Americans dead and 7.3 million infected).

Just how bad it is depends on who and what you believe.  But let’s put it this way, it was bad enough for him to be helicoptered to the hospital on Friday, reportedly after having trouble breathing and receiving oxygen. 

Airlifted to a nearby hospital? Totally normal, nothing to see here #WHAT

Right now this is where he sits, or lies, at Walter Reed Medical Center, benefitting (Note: Or not, how would you know for sure?) from top of the line, world-class medical treatment on the public dole.

Since then the man who refused to wear a mask and social distance – so far the prime protocols the medical establishment has urged us all to follow in order to prevent this potential killer– the protocols that he shamed Democrats, the media and, in fact, his own followers and personal staff working beside him for following – has received worldwide well-wishes, support and concern.

Ah, the old standby of “thoughts and prayers”

People are literally flooding him and falling all over themselves with public thoughts and prayers.  In particular, his opponents on Capitol Hill, on TV, and in any big industry, have prefaced their remarks about him and any issue regarding him by saying a myriad of creative and well-constructed platitudes.

They range from everything like:

Clearly, WE ALL wish the president a speedy recovery, to

As Americans we all want our president to be healthy, and on towards,

I think we can all safely say our hope is for, as soon as possible, President Trump to be safely back at work and behind the resolute desk where we can then disagree.  It’s what we, as American, are all praying for.

Hmm.  Well, given my lifelong penchant for honesty I gotta tell y’all the truth –

Not so much and not this American.

Yeah, I said it

I’m not proud of that, nor, am I ashamed of it.  I’m only offering it up as my absolute, unvarnished reality in the hopes of, in turn, setting us all free.

As humans we’re all imperfect and pretending to be otherwise doesn’t really get us anywhere.  I don’t wish Trump death, as I’ve read and privately/publicly heard others saying.  I just don’t wish him well, about anything. 

Pretty much this exactly

Yeah, I might save him from a burning building because I’m a human being but no, I wouldn’t risk my own life to do so.

We all decide what is a bridge too far for us and then attempt to do better if we believe we’re lacking.

I don’t think it helps anything or anyone to, um, make stuff up because it’s, um, beneficial to us in the moment.  Lies beget lies, which begets bad behavior, which in turn begets horrible power grabs and many more lies and consequences.

Isn’t that the way we got into this mess in the first place? That place where we pretty much don’t know whom or in what to believe?

She tried to warn us. #Hillaryforgiveus #actuallydont #dontdeserveyou

Perhaps one day I will evolve (or devolve, depending on your view) to be the kind of person strong enough to turn the other cheek at someone I have watched gleefully cause so many to suffer without batting a painted-on eyelash or eyebrow. But honestly, with this guy, right now, I’m not anywhere near that.

Nor are so many others I know and know of, despite what they are publicly espousing.  

This doesn’t necessarily make us evil, or even evil geniuses, just people who might be able to one day do better.  (Note: Or not.  It depends on what your definition of better is).

Guilty

But for right now, as someone recently, and most honestly, admitted (Note: And it’s one of the rare times he’s done so):

IT IS WHAT IT IS.

When it comes to abusive behavior towards others and innate meanness, when it involves rallying white supremacists to come out into the streets armed and intimidate everything good and free about law-abiding citizens just wanting to cast their votes or even protest, my well-wishing tends to be a bit more…measured.  Meaning it leans towards the oppressed and endangered.

When it comes to sympathy, my kind thoughts don’t extend to those who are sitting on several billion dollars in assets, paying zero in taxes and then publicly bragging about it to people who live in one and two room apartments.

Please enjoy your socialized medicine while you’re at it

When it comes to my heart, well, it doesn’t involve someone who knows they have been exposed to a potentially lethal virus and yet exposes hundreds or even thousands of people to it in order to rake in more money to support their political ambitions or, perhaps, even to infect the very person they’re running for office against.

When it comes to prayers, the first or even thousandth person on my list is not someone who confabbed and giggled and yeah, colluded with world leaders who seek the destruction of my country in order to get elected to the highest office in the land.  And it certainly doesn’t include a guy who used said office to make himself and his family business tens of millions of dollars in the process.

And that’s only the half of it

I could go on and on, gosh knows there is evidence and more than enough time these days.  But I think there’s enough here for you to fill in the rest.  If not, google non-white children separated from their parents, put in cages, and never returned to them on the U.S. border and see what you come up with.

People like to think of Trump as some sort of all-powerful superhero/villain (Note: Depending on where they stand) or an exceptional kind of evil geniusBut I don’t.  Sorry Michael Moore.

Right now I consider him nothing more than a sick, fat old man who has a lot of power but no conscience.  Someone who is street clever and will stop at nothing to stay in the presidency so he doesn’t have to face criminal charges in court like a regular citizen and possibly go to jail, or at the very least pay millions of dollars he likely doesn’t have accessible to him, in back taxes.

I need to find a hillside to scream at the top of my lungs

Someone I find just plain sad and mean and, yes, for now, regrettably with more power than many.  Kind of like, as I said to one friend recently, a really mean Oz.  But what’s behind the curtain is not a superpower, just a super liar who temporarily controls the levers of some earthly powers.

Someone who is dangerous but not omnipotent, as recent events prove.

This is why I can’t and don’t wish him my bestright now.  Nor do I wish him back on the job as his good ‘ole self in the near or even distant future.

What I prefer is for him to have a time out, sit in a hospital corner and have a good long think about what he’s done.  Like the child that he is.

Where is this balloon these days?

It probably won’t make a bit of difference but it’s the best that I, and many like me, can offer or feel at this point in time.

He’s not in my thoughts, among my hopes or anywhere near my heart, thank God. 

This doesn’t make me a bad person.  Just an honest one.

Lizzo – “Truth Hurts”

The Pand-Emmys

What’s more meaningless and wasteful and escapist than watching an awards show during a pandemic several days after human rights icon and US Supreme Court Justice extraordinaire Ruth Bader Ginsberg died?

Not much.  Especially since at least 12 different people have assured me in the last 24 hours that the world as I know it will soon end.

As if it already hasn’t.

Welp

Anyway, this is one of many reasons why I decided to tune in to the mostly virtual 72nd Primetime Emmy Awards Sunday night.

What could be better than escaping into a sea of pop culture calamity?

My hope was for a night of diversion and bitchy commented asides that would allow for the venting of so many things that, okay, I haven’t exactly been holding down.

At all.  And not towards anyone.

If you’ve been reading here lately, or ever, you know.

And we still love you completely

Still, my husband and I are suckers for free Hollywood crack so gathering ourselves and our guacamole and chips around the TV at 5:00 PST to not exactly hate watch, more like love-hate divert, seemed like the best idea in at least five minutes.

Plus – we don’t have to social distance, wear a mask or even think about that sh-t – I mean, patriotic duty and kindness towards our fellow citizens – which we do happily since it’s no big deal and, truly, why would anyone in their right mind be complaining about it at this point?

Wear the damn mask

Like your past, who you are and what you are thinking follows you around like the plague and can rear it’s ugly head at any inopportune moment.  Which is why it’s best to show that unsavory, albeit snidely fun side of you only around people who get you’re not the total a-hole you seem to be, people like your significant other, best friend or even pooch…..during a Hollywood awards show…when you can talk back or even catcall to the screen at people in fancy clothes and over-privilege who can take it.

Even virtually.

WWJRD (What would Joan Rivers Do?)

This, of course, was not to be on Sunday night.

None of it.

This, in fact, was the opposite of what we hoped.  Overly polite people trying their best to gingerly entertain in a responsible way while consistently making the point that there was nothing really important going on this evening on this show except, well, group human hugs in a particularly difficult time of what could be our soon-ending civilization.

Ugh.  How disappointed were WE at my house?   (Note: Okay, mostly I).

Fortune 500!

But, I mean, what did we think?  That host Jimmy Kimmel wouldn’t wear rubber gloves to hand the winner’s envelope to in studio presenter Jennifer Aniston?

Or that we wouldn’t soon see that despite the early canned laughs and celebrity shots the massive Microsoft Theatre really had no audience at all and Kimmel was  really speaking to a sea of appropriately empty seats?

Or that instead of buying seats and ads and throwing lavish after parties the studios and TV Academy would pool their money and combined raise $2.8 million during the broadcast to feed hungry kids? (Note: nokidhungry.org).

Really channeling my inner Larry David

Or that many of the award categories, nominees and winners would be read by COVID-19 first responders like nurses, doctors, farmers and truck drivers?

The people putting their lives on the line to keep society going?  People taking time out of their day to appear on a silly awards show to amuse the likes of me?

These were people I bet were even expecting half of us watching at home would make fun of their hair, how they spoke or at least whom they were wearing.  That’s how cool they were.

Alas, we couldn’t do any of those things.  Nor, I suspect, could much of anyone else.

This but there’s nothing else on

Because despite how much we might very, very, VERY much want it, there is no true escape from the reality of these days.

I mean, if an award show can’t even deliver that, we truly have no choice but to face facts and become the actual heroes and heroines on our favorite TV shows in real life.

At least partly.

So yeah, it’s great that Schitt’s Creek set a new record for a TV comedy and swept in every major category – series, directing, writing, actor, actress, supporting actor, supporting actress.  And that an out and proud gay guy, showrunner Dan Levy, took home four awards in one night.

Melting my cold dead heart

It’s also great that Succession, a show that takes on the unfeeling, corporate rich, won best drama series, best directing, best writing and best actor.

For this scene alone, Jeremy Strong earned it

Not to mention it’s great Watchmen was awarded best limited series, writing, actress and supporting actor for its original genre bending depiction of the destruction of Black Wall Street and the justice that, in turn, could have wrought.

I mean, is anyone better than Regina??

Kudos to all of them.  And many, many more not mentioned.

In fact, here is the complete list.

But what this year’s Emmys will best be remembered for, if it is at all, was for being the first major televised awards show up that best encapsulated the strangeness of our times.  (Note: Feel free to substitute strange with the angriest, or bitchiest, word of your choice).

This works too

As much as it did its job I’m hoping next year the 73rd go-round are A LOT worse, and, in turn, bring out the worst in those of us at home.

Because that will mean all of us, on the whole, are doing a hell of a lot better.

Emily Hampshire – “Maybe This Time” (from Schitt’s Creek)