Elbows Up!...

 Hi!

I just don't get it.

On what planet of some alternate, multi-verse, twilight-zone situation does the Bloated Orange live on?

I get that he's old, and that he has some definite progressive, cognitive degeneration speeding right along, but that was happening long before the IDIOTS (Intellectually Deficient Insipid Toddlers Society) put him back behind the big boy desk that used to be a serious place. 

I get that he has some special needs as far as he can't seem to muster the ability to comprehend anything more complicated than "person, woman, man, camera, tv." (Assuming he could still manage to do that... I mean that was several years ago, right?)

I get that he simply doesn't understand that, although governments don't and shouldn't be run like businesses, they definitely should NOT be run into the ground like the many businesses he either bankrupted or had to shut down due to all the frauding and whatnot. I mean even a Casino! People without high school educations built Vegas from scratch and made it a huge success! Sure there is rumoured lore as to the origins of the money that bankrolled it all, but..... I mean, maybe the Bloated Orange's backers' surnames are spelled with the Cyrillic instead of Roman alphabet... but still...

I get that he can't wrap his swiss-cheesed brain around the fact that countries outside of the US are just as sovereign, just as free, and have all the same rights that the US has to stay that way.

I get that he thinks he can bully his way across the world, betraying alliances, making idiotic demands,  fully expecting everyone to simply bow down and kiss the ring. 

I know that he has absolutely no understanding of actual, factual history.

I know he believes that if he just repeats the lies and demands loud enough and often enough, that if he kicks up a big enough stink, the world will crumble at his feet and submit. He believes it, because up to now, it has worked. But, up to now, he has only been dealing with people afraid of him, people who are intimidated.

The world, as a collective, wears very few red hats with misguided logos. 

The complete and utter disrespect. The dismissive verbiage. The absolute lack of foresight.

A toddler in desperate need of a nap, having been told that their favourite cup is broken, and they've just eaten the last of the yogurt.

I get all of that. Sadly, in the last ten years. the learning of this imbecile has been unavoidable. 

What I don't get, is everybody else. 

The placating, the boot-licking, the back-bending gymnastics, the soul-selling, the capitulating, the fear of him, the willingness to trash what you stand for... for... him. 

The news pretending that he and his minions have valid points.. about... anything, really. Trying to make cases for the fiction that up is really down, that the sky is green and the grass is blue, that the world might just be flat, that rain isn't wet, that what we are witnessing isn't, somehow, what we are witnessing.

That we don't recognize an evil salute when we see it. That we can't see what gutting the nuts and bolts of the day-to-day operations of agencies that provide money for veterans and pensioners will do when it comes to processing checks or answering phones. 

They wish their citizens to pay attention to the dog and pony show of teslas in the driveway, instead of the dismantling of the best parts of where you live, and who you are.

He, along with those who prop him up, is destroying your friendships and relationships around the world, ripping away your safety nets, and causing you unnecessary financial hardships, for absolutely no reason other than ego and their own personal greed. 

I don't get it. He's old. He's sick. The sun is going down on his time left on this earth... and this is how he is choosing to spend his golden years? Does he actually think he can take it all with him? I wouldn't put it past him. 

I don't get what makes him, and people like him tick. Making it their mission in life to hurt as many people as possible. Trying to make groups of people fear and hate each other. Creating and spreading devastating misery wherever and whenever possible. Accumulate... above all else... accumulate, without bounds, unfettered by integrity... accumulate.

The world is not for sale or for the taking just because you'd like to believe it is. 

So go ahead and have your tantrums, stamp your feet, scream and bellow, pout, do what you gotta do... 

We're still going to be Canada, Greenland will still be Greenland, the Panama Canal will remain the Panama Canal, and, yes, the Gulf of Mexico will still be the Gulf of Mexico long after you are gone. 

Redrawing maps with a sharpie didn't work during hurricane season any more than it will now. 

At some point somebody is going to have sit him down and tell him the truth, you know, have the big boy talk. 

Reality isn't going to bend to fit his fantasy.

Sorry. 

Elbows Up!