Trump’s whispers are heard in the atmosphere, hovering over the populace like clouds that threaten destructive floods to come. Someone reports seeing a blue bird, which has by now become the omen that foretells an inauspicious day. Another blue bird is reported, then another. The people have learned to let the flying beasts come, lest they risk attracting their attention and having the roofs of their houses collapse from the weight of the things. After a time, it becomes clear that Trump’s aviary, gold-plated and obtuse, no longer holds life, and instead hangs empty, extravagant, and dumb.
The blue birds perch on fire hydrants, stoplights, and cars. Their feathers are of such a brilliant blue as to appear celestial—somehow, they glow. The people can’t help but look at them, slack-jawed and mesmerized, in wonder of how creatures so strange could be seen every day and still look so new. But the people are careful around the blue birds, for the birds are eager to return to their aviary and feed their holder Trump with the bread crumbs gathered from the day. Added to the normal cacophony of the day are the blue birds’ cries: “McConnell! McConnell!”
The party of Lincoln, Republican leaders are keen to remind us—the party of Reagan—does not support Donald Trump’s rhetoric, his misogynistic, race-baiting, and Islamophobic vitriol. Unfolding before our very eyes is a demonstration of dissonance, as Republican leaders like Paul Ryan and Nikki Haley describe a fragment of the Republican Party, one inclusive of immigrants and unafraid of the future, and purport the fragment as representative of the Republican whole. Clearly, their imagined fragment does not make up the majority of their party—as evidenced by Trump’s candidacy—and yet they and other Republican leaders continue to present an electorate that supposedly does not stand for all that Trump represents. No Republican president will endorse Trump. No Republican candidate seeks Trump’s VP nomination. Trump is being treated like a toxic candidate and is, for all intents and purposes, a political pariah, but one who Republican voters have chosen as their mouthpiece, and if necessary, their wrecking ball. With Trump’s candidacy comes the Republican Party’s chance to recreate itself and realign its message, but only if it owns up for the need to do so in the first place. Continue reading Why I Like The Republican Party→
What is America? The default answer would include something about bootstraps, the lifting of which is available to anyone willing to work hard, regardless of background, in a land where all live free, and that, as long as you have a dream, you can aspire to success. Give it a few seconds and some qualifications trickle out, depending on your political affiliation. Trump’s addendums—hardly his alone—would include a couple of quips on the preponderance of the American military, the additional requirement of Christianity as one’s choice of faith, and the reminder that, though this was a country of immigrants, it never was a country meant to cater to them and it certainly does not, and should not, now. Sarah Palin further misconstrues what should be a straightforward answer, one noble in its simplicity. She popularized Joe Six-Pack, the do-it-all handyman for every male demographic Republicans seek to attract. In the process of political pandering, Mr. Six-Pack is meant to invoke the image of the ideal American—all of them, at the same time—though he works much better as an image of mockery. Continue reading Why I Like Palin→
The stream of consciousness is a psychological and literary term used to describe the continuous flow of thoughts and reactions of an individual or character. Stream of consciousness writing freely combines tenses, resulting in a window of uninterrupted exposure that allows for the mention of mundane details, with the goal of detailing thought-processes. A stream of stupidity, then, is the continuous flow of absurdity in the form of diatribes and press conferences, belittling discourse and impressionable catch-phrases. For an example of the stream of stupidity in action, you need look no further than our current crop of Republican candidates. And you needn’t look for very long. Continue reading The Stream of Stupidity→
I like Trump. He’s doing something really good for this country. The man is brave, outspoken, exactly what the United States of America needs after so many years of tip-toeing around “sensitive” topics discussed in “politically correct” language. Trump has a problem with immigrants. He has a problem with Mexico. He has a problem with China. He has a problem with America losing its jobs. And, as polls indicate, a plurality of Republican voters share Trump’s concerns. He has emerged, and remains, as the leading Republican front runner, riding his self-created wave of powerful rhetoric and unapologetic rigidity, which supporters praise for “telling it like it is.” Continue reading Why I Like Trump→