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”

People, GET IT TOGETHER

Joe Biden is Hillary 2.0 and Al Gore 3.0!  His time has passed!

Elizabeth Warren can’t win! Her voice is shrill and Republicans hate her!

Gay South Bend Mayor Pete demoted his Black chief of police for illegally wire-tapping his officers.  He’s Mr. White Privilege!  And not gay enough, anyway!

Oh, and don’t get me started on Bernie Sanders! We call him the liberal Trump.  Did you know he wants to let rapists, not to mention the Boston Marathon bomber, vote?? AND he’s a socialist!  I don’t know if even I could vote for that!

And did you know Amy Klobuchar is so nasty to her staff that when one of them forgot to get her a fork for her salad she pulled out her comb and made them sit there as she scooped her salad onto it?  Yes, and then, when she was done, barked, “Clean it!” right at them.  She’s not a president, she’s a harridan!

Oh that old chestnut…

And Beto O’Rourke???  Ugh, he’s so annoying!! I don’t know why but he’s SO ANNOYING!! Mr. Mom who never stays home!  And it’s like, WHO IS HE?????

But Kamala Harris.  As if someone from near San Francisco is ever gonna be president.  Plus she’s Black AND Indian AND married to a white Jewish guy!  Grow the f up!  Do you even know what country you’re living in these days???  Donald Trump is the president!!!!

I am sooo tired of all of this and the election is 18 months away.  Heck, even the first Democratic primary is not until Feb. 3 in Iowa.

Who will help me get through this???

Or course the bigger question is WHO will help US?

Strength in numbers??

Yes, I know only we can help ourselves.  We are the change we’ve been waiting for.   I get it.  I’ve been to therapy.  Both the personal kind and the Obama kind.

Still, the fact remains…I can’t.  I’m tired, I’m cranky and I’m pissed off with people who share most of my political views.  And I refuse to watch a THREE-HOUR Avengers movie.  One was enough for me and I can’t even recall which one I did see.

But now it’s THREE HOURS???

Why are we paying to watch super villains and superheroes when we have so many of both in Washington, D.C. and on cable news daily???

OK fine… I do find the Hulk relatable.

I overheard a bunch of film students talking in rapt excitement about the new Star Wars movie the other day and had an acid flashback moment to 1980 at a Fox screening room when I was watching one of the first pre-release press showings of The Empire Strikes Back.

It was good.  For what it was.  But if you would have told me that almost 40 years later we’d still have to be dealing with this I would have told you…  Well, never mind what I would have told you.  Because it’s the same thing I’m telling you about this upcoming election.

SAVE YOUR PENNIES!

As much as people think this is an unusual time – and in many ways it is – in a lot of other ways it’s no different than so many of the swings and changes we’ve endured as a country all through the 20th and 21st centuries that I’ve lived through thus far.

I can recall watching Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King assassinated on TV, not to mention Jack Ruby shooting JFK’s would-be assassin live on TV in front of millions of people – a clip that lived on a lot more than 40 years later.  Probably in perpetuity of the world as we know (or don’t know) it.

.. and again thanks to shows like Mad Men #imissDonDraper

I also remember as a teenager the police shooting college protestors just a few years older than me in Kent State Ohio.  All they were doing were being teenagers, trying to end a needless war in which they and their loved ones could have been killed in, and, well, throwing a few rocks when the National Guards released tear gas on them. But then the National Guard shot 67 rounds of bullets in 13 seconds into the crowd.   Four students who were NOT EVEN PROTESTING, just observing, were killed.

You’d think we would have gotten the gun and the law enforcement thing under control by now.  Of course, we haven’t.

In case you’re not feeling outraged yet…

Nevertheless, we have survived.  Decades of intolerance turning into more tolerance and then acceptance by many more than some in marginalized communities.  Though not by others.  We even have more laws than ever to back them up, though not enough and even those aren’t always enforced.

Point being, things were REALLY bad then.  George Wallace, an avowed racist, ran for president and got 13% of the vote.  And then, of course, he too was shot.  And paralyzed.  What goes around comes around, right???

I’ll keep telling myself that, Chairy

Well, that’s what we’re hoping for right now, isn’t it?  That somehow the haters and the shooters will get theirs because we need CHANGE?  And right NOW!  Because we’ve been complacent.  We need to UPEND EVERYTHING because, well, things have never been this bad.

I’ve actually said this myself.

And then there’s this…

Yet it occurred to me, watching coverage of the latest shooting at a house of worship – this time an Orthodox Jewish synagogue in California where a crazed shooter killed one person and wounded several others – that radicalism has never quite worked in the U.S.

Individuals commit radical acts, sometimes when they’re part of the public and other times when they’re in office, but the radical doesn’t define US in the long term.

We’re more of a gradual change environment, brought on by individuals and groups proposing radical change.  You need radical thinking to move the needle.  But to lead, you need bold measures and smart, well-researched, practical plans that can be willfully executed through the actions of a President and Congress elected by we, the people.

Imagine that!?!?!

For me this means we need to stop being hysterical.  Accusatory.  And refrain from eating our own.  You all know what I mean.  No one who has lived a life of any age is perfect.  Certainly no one who has done anything in public service.  Especially no one anywhere near 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. at the moment.  Especially the sloth at the top of the sloths.

OK maybe not sloths. Look how cute this one is! #justiceforsloths

This is simply a call to calm down and realize that when we decide whom to nominate to run against you know who for president there is no recipe for the perfect chocolate cake.  Or even a vanilla one.  When someone is kind enough to ask you what you want them to bake for your birthday celebration you weigh all the factors (Note: Sometimes literally and sometimes not) and pick out the one you have a hankering for at the time.

But seldom do you order the cake this much in advance.  Not even a wedding cake.

Maybe wedding cake wasn’t the best analogy

Oh, and if you’re going to a party where the birthday boy or girl chooses chocolate you don’t sit in the corner, refuse to eat the cake at all or bitch and moan that they didn’t serve the Carrot one that you would have preferred.    And for the record, I hate carrot cake.

Though I have managed to down it at a party or two in order to celebrate someone or something that I cared about.

The Beatles – “We Can Work It Out”