Sunday, May 14, 2017

Special Prosecutor Now


In “days of old when knights were bold and toilets weren’t invented…” the Royal Ones whom we nostalgically elevate and glorify in movies and TV shows (“Game of Thrones”, “Star Wars” etc. etc. etc. etc…), were, in reality, monsters. For instance, “charity” in those days meant, to the Royal Ones at least, throwing the rotting leftovers from your sumptuous meals out into the streets in a location meant for beggars to pick through. Given the fact that the European strain of American democracy that fermented on this continent was conceived and predicated on the notion that that sort of thing was to be forever verboten here, a dispassionate observer (say, Kurt Vonnegut’s fictional Tralfalmadorians[i]) wouldn’t be able to avoid noting how ubiquitous, constant and inexplicable this nostalgia about long-gone royalty from an alternative-facts world is.  As Vonnegut observed in his book about an American Nazi during WWII, ‘Mother Night’, “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”[ii]
All this is a lot to expect a reader to digest in one paragraph, I know. But you’ll have to agree it’s nothing compared to the latest tidbit that fell off the edge of the Trump Dynasty’s golden spread last weekend? Are all you beggars ready to chomp down on this one? Here goes:
“…As supporters and opponents digested the provisions of the healthcare bill passed by the House…a letter revealed the Pentagon was finalising a lease on a privately owned apartment in Trump Tower for the use of the White House Military Office, which carries and safeguards the “football”, the device that contains the top secret launch codes the president needs if he wants to order a nuclear attack…”[iii]
Remember that bacteria was unknown in medieval times, so if you threw up or died from eating rotten food it was considered the Will of God. So consider, as we devolve back to those good ol’ Dark Ages when everybody knew their place (etc. etc. etc. etc…), is it the Will of God that our Orange Despot-wannabe is arranging to have “the button” secreted away on his “private property” at our expense for his financial gain??!!?
What kind of monster is this, and what kind of monsters have we become to allow such a thing?
Call your representatives. Now. Demand a special prosecutor. Now. Call Mitch Mcconnell (202) 224-2541 and Paul Ryan (888) 752-4050. Call them traitors. Be polite if you want to be, but I don’t think it’s necessary at this point.
Make them jump. 
Now.



[i]...they were two feet high, and green, and shaped like plumber's friends. Their suction cups were on the ground, and their shafts, which were extremely flexible, usually pointed to the sky. At the top of each shaft was a little hand with a green eye in its palm. The creatures were friendly, and they could see in four dimensions. They pitied Earthlings for being able to see only three. They had many wonderful things to teach Earthlings about time…” Slaughterhouse Five, p. 26
[ii] Credit to author and playwright David Macaray for remembering that one.
https://www.commondreams.org/views/2017/05/13/sorry-folks-donald-trump-everything-we-deserve
[iii] https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/may/13/tracking-trump-james-comey-fbi-fake-media

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