Blog #102: Transition/Contrast

“Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance. No one in this world, so far as I know—and I have researched the records for years, and employed agents to help me—has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby.”

“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
Quotes from H. L. Menchen (the old “Bard of Baltimore”)

While my old pappy and I appreciate the wisdom in old Henry’s speculations, goodness, his prediction for Pennsylvania Avenue is only days from being factual once again, we tend to retain our hope mirroring President Obama’s faith that we may yet realize the great promise of our good old U.S.of A, and truly become a land of equal opportunity for all.

Let’s face reality, though, we’ve really screwed up for a while here, the Yuge Orange Mass already has those tiny mitts of his in many more places than he was bragging about on that bus, and before anything can be done about it, he and his emboldened Republicrat pals will have done so much damage, it will take years to recover.

The mad raving about “Fake News” being directed at him is even more ridiculous given the inability of an avalanche of actual facts regarding his lack of qualification to make a difference in the bloody election. Unfortunately, the deed is done, and we’ll have to live with the consequences until our horrible mistake can, hopefully, be mitigated and reversed through the elections in ’18 and ’20!

Looking back at old Henry’s rather dim view of democracy in general, it sure seems that he is mostly correct when it comes to the faithful in both of our political parties. They seem intent on allowing their disdain for each other completely over-shadow any resort to common sense. Take the Republicrats for instance, they are hell-bent on messing up the entire health care system due to their hatred for old Prez. Obama. On the other side, you have those feckless Demoblicans who just can’t come to terms with the fact that they ran a horrible campaign with a tone-deaf and tactless candidate, and of course, lost. Now, they are wasting their time and resources trying to find anyone else to blame; as even the Orange One might tweet, sad! Suppose you’re an NFL team, do you spend the next year lamenting a couple of bad referee calls, or do you scrape yourself together and train harder to win next year? Let’s hope these fools figure it out before we’re down the drain.

Back to the tweeting Mass who still has a few more days left before becoming official: He’s already roiling stock prices of companies he is either harassing or favoring, causing innocent people to be targeted by his rabid followers when he tweets back venom for his perceived slights, inviting international chaos with his ignorant comments about trade, immigration, and whatever else about which he doesn’t have a clue. He even has the people of Mexico riled up about their own President because of their economy tanking due to the Chief Tweeter’s threats. The people of Mexico are being blamed by the Master Tweeter for the greedy actions taken by the leaders of our own multi-national corporations. BTW: Has he mentioned the 10,000 job cuts by Macy’s after he tweet-dissed them?

Our illustrious P-E’s cabinet picks, who after impassioned opposition from the Demoblicans and a few others, will probably all be confirmed by the Republicrat controlled Senate. Boy, oh Boy, there’s a check and balance not worth a tinker’s damn! This crowd of very wealthy nasties promises to set back our environment, education, and civil rights and decency by at least several decades.

In contrast to President Obama, who has proven himself to be a decent, honest person, President-elect Trump, by his words and actions so far, certainly appears to have a gold-plated port-a-potty in the spot where a heart would normally reside.

When this old hound dog opined early in this tiny missive that “we have really screwed up,” I wasn’t just a’ bird-turdin’!

Here’s hoping we can hang on, Buster.

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