Trump Scandal Report and More

Trump Scandal Report and More

D. S. Mitchell

As Calamity Politics’ chief spokesperson, I want readers to know that I am a progressive that attempts to be relevant, topical and hopefully engaging in my coverage of the U.S. political scene. The television screen has erupted, like I have never seen, at least not since the last days of Nixon. I went to bed with the kerfuffle screaming from every channel except FoxNews, (Hannity) which was still talking about Comey. I couldn’t watch that show very long, before I said to myself, bedtime.

This morning, I woke up early, so at 0400 I hit the remote and flipped through a couple of channels, before joining Joe and Mika. Everyone was talking over one another and there was an obvious level of excitement.

The excitement was over President Trump’s inappropriate discussions with who else, but the Russians. OMG, couldn’t he have at least had the decency to divulge classified information to anybody, but Russians. No matter how hard I try to get off the Russian topic and just wait for the investigations to prove the allegations of collusion with Russians during the 2016 election, this president keeps slapping me in the face; once, twice, how many insults do I, as a country have to take from this reckless, narcissist.

I am going to let the cable news channels rant while I reprint a poem that was sent to me. It is long, but it is satirically funny, keep reading it will help you focus.

With many apologies to Dr. Seuss
By John Pavlovitz

In a land where the states are united,
they claim,
in a sky-scraping tower adorned with
his name,
lived a terrible, horrible, devious
chump,
the bright orange miscreant known as
the Trump.

This Trump he was mean, such a
mean little man,
with the tiniest heart and two tinier
hands,
and a thin set of lips etched in
permanent curl,
and a sneer and a scowl and
contempt for the world.

He looked down from his perch and
he grinned ear to ear,
and he thought, could steal the
election this year!
I’d be rather simple, it’s so easily won,
I’ll just make them believe that their
best days are done!
Yes, I’ll make them believe that it’s all
gone to Hell,
and I’ll be Jerk Messiah and their
souls they will sell.

And I’ll use lots of words
disconnected from truth,
but I’ll say them with style so they
won’t ask for proof.
I’ll toss out random platitudes,
phrases, and such,
They’re so raised on fake news that it
won’t matter much!

They won’t question the how to, the
what, why, or when,
I will make their America great once
again!
The Trump told them to fear, they
should fear he would say,
They’ve all come for your jobs, they’ll
all take them away.
You should fear every Muslim and
Mexican too,
every brown, black, and tan one,
everyone who votes blue.

And he fooled all the Christians, he
fooled them indeed.
He just trotted out Jesus, that’s all
Jesus folk need.
And celebrity preachers they all
crowned him as king,
Tripping over themselves just to kiss
the Trump’s ring.

And he spoke only lies just as if they
were true,
Until they believed all of those lies
were true too
He repeated and Tweeted and he
blustered and spit,
And he mislead and fibbed and he
just made up shit.

And the media laughed but they
printed each line,

thinking he never will win, in the end
we’ll be fine
So they chased every headline, bold
typed every claim,
Till the fake news and real news they
looked just the same.

And the scared folk who listened,
they devoured each word,
Yes, they ate it all up every word that
they heard,
petrified that their freedom was under
attack,
trusting Trump he would take their
America back.
From the gays and from ISIS, he’d
take it all back,
Take it back from the Democrats, fat
cats, and blacks.
And so hook, line and sinker they all
took the bait,
all his lies about making America
great.

Now the Pant-suited One she was
smart and prepared,
she was brilliant and steady but none
of them cared,
no they cared not to see all the work
that she’d done,
or the fact that the Trump had not yet
done thing one.

They could only shout Emails!, yes
Emails! They’d shout,
because Fox News had told them and
Fox News had clout.
And the Pant-suited One she was
slandered no end,
and a lie became truth she could
never defend.
And the Trump watched it all go
according to plan
a strong woman eclipsed by an
insecure man.

And November the 8th arrived, finally
it came,
like a slow-moving storm but it came
just the same.
And Tuesday became Wednesday as
those days will do,
And the night turned to morning and
the nightmare came true,
With millions of non-voters still in their
beds,
Yes, the Trump he had done it, just
like he had said.

And the Trumpers they trumped, how
they trumped when he won,
All the racists and bigots, deplorable
ones,
they crawled out from the woodwork,
came out to raise Hell,
they came out to be hateful and
hurtful as well.
With slurs and with road signs, with
spray paint and Tweets,
with death threats to neighbors and
taunts on the street.
And the grossest of grossness they
hurled on their peers,
while the Trump he said zilch for the
first time in years.

But he Tweeted at Hamilton, he
Tweeted the Times,
And he trolled Alec Baldwin a few
hundred times,
and he pouted a pout like a petulant
kid,
thinking this is what Presidents
actually did,
thinking he could still be a perpetual
jerk,
terrified to learn he had to actually
work,
work for every American, not just for a
few,
not just for the white ones there was
much more to do.
He now worked for the Muslims and
Mexicans too,
for the brown, black, and tan ones,
and the ones who vote blue.
They were all now his bosses, now
they all had a say,
and those nasty pant-suited
ones
were here to stay.
And the Trump he soon realized that
he didn’t win,
He had gotten the thing and the thing
now had him.

And it turned out the Trump was a
little too late,
for America was already more than
quite great,
not because of the sameness, the
opposite’s true,
It’s greatness far more than just red,
white, and blue,

It’s straight, gay, and female, it’s
Gentile and Jew,
It’s Transgender and Christian and
Atheist too.
It’s Asians, Caucasians of every kind,
The disabled and abled, the deaf and
the blind,
It’s immigrants, Muslims, and brave
refugees,
It’s Liberals with bleeding hearts fixed
on their sleeves.
And we are all staying, we’re staying
right here,
and we’ll be the great bane of the
Trump for four years.
And we’ll be twice as loud as the
loudness of hate,
be the greatness that makes our
America great.
And the Trump’s loudest boasts they
won’t ever obscure,
over two million more of us voted for
her.

Thank you again, John Pavlovitz for your rhyme on the 2016 election.

I wonder if the Trump voters ever imagined what a “train wreck” Donald Trump would bring to the White House when they elected a man who had never held political office, had no understanding of the role of government in our lives, or the discipline and temperament to serve as the top executive of the wold. I’m sorry, saying you are “fired” on a long running reality television show does not qualify a person to be the president of the country.
As George Wills said, “the office of the Presidency is not an entry level position” and as such, hopefully the American people will never again, elect a man who has no experience in governmental office or even served in the military. What on earth would any observer expect from a 70 years old man, that appears to be, at least in Trump’s case, “too old” to learn.

As we hang on the brink, I am confident that if action is taken soon enough, we as a people and our democracy will survive Trump. My hope is that when this is over, the Congress will begin to flex their flaccid muscles, and put limits on the phenomenal powers of the presidency.

We must adjust the presidential role to one in which executive branch is returned to its original position of being one of three essential elements of our government. If we eliminate the trappings of a kingship, perhaps governing will not appear so attractive to the next uninformed TV personality.

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Dar