The election is over and some large part of America has just realized that we are now trapped in a four-year-long timeshare presentation, and there is no exit door. Reality TV filtered through Kafka and directed by Louis Buñuel.
Like many Americans I am watching the emergence of a kakistoscracy, one of many words we are now using with regularity that were unknown just weeks ago. Government by the worst people. The qualifications for the Trump cabinet and high-level appointees appear to be stolen from the Oakland Raiders’ Playbook: Salvage Projects with a Criminal Record and Anger Management Issues get first crack at the starting lineup. If you are just an unrepentant sociopath hell-bent on the destruction of our social fabric, you can count on a spot on the scout team, and maybe kick returns.
But I am getting out ahead of myself. It is becoming very apparent that one opinionated blogger, one journalist, one humorist, cannot keep up with the pace of truly horrifying behavior we are witnessing. For non-pros like me, I think it is best to try to stick to what I know, and maybe take a flyer on something that catches my eye from time to time. To me, what we have been put through is a psy-ops project where objective truth, provable facts, and first-person evidence are losing out to unfounded conspiracy theories and distraction tactics (I hesitate to say tactics because that implies intelligence, but I don’t have a cool word like kakistocracy to use here). So my bag will be to root, root, root for my home team: FACTS.
I have a few items in the hopper, and I hope to be turning them out on a regular basis. Until then, Keep Looking to the Skies! That’s where incoming ICBMs will be.