It wasn’t even on the list of things I’d hate to hear a week before Christmas. There was no place on that list for it. There have been some horrible things that happened this year and I kinda wanted to put them all to one side and focus James Corden’s Car Karaoke…damn, I just love Adele doing that thing with him. Or maybe watch some kittens on late night T.V. or a couple days of non stop National Geographic. You know…the kind of gibberish that stuns your brain like a five pound sledge hammer between the eyes…(No, No, I mean that about loving that Adele thing with James Corden). So I wasn’t prepared to hear that bug -brain- soon- to- be- leader- of- the- free -world calling for a renewal of the nuclear arms race…and building up the U.S. nuke arsenal until “the world comes to it’s senses”. I didn’t even stop to wonder by what definition this man could determine that the world would come to its senses…Like, would the world have to line up at the gates of Disneyland and kiss his ring and promise to eat at MacDonalds forever?
I remember a sunny summer day in 1958 walking down a street in Detroit. Sirens like a banshee wailing from hell went off, deafening the whole city. You could hear those sirens in Chicago!…Cops ran around like Keystone clowns and rushed cars off the little side street…a kind of small park with shrubs and grass and a few benches ran along the block and suddenly smaller sirens whoop-whooped along with the big ones (which didn’t stop) because this was what Armageddon was supposed to sound like. People stood rooted to the sidewalk and the little park split down the middle and folded open like a giant green clam shell and a gleaming white missile cantilevered out of the earth like a promise from Satan.
We were deep in the heart of the “Red Menace” the ‘”Cold War”and those Russian commies could fly over any time and blast the industrial centre of America into cinders and ash. So this was a test of the warning and response systems. The sirens to blow out our eardrums and the missiles to blow those rascals out of the sky before they could drop their hellacious bombs. I know I felt much safer after that day.
So this is what king Donald meant when he said he wanted to make America great again. More and bigger nuclear weapons to scare the ignorant foreigners back into a shivering mass of quiet consumers of American goods, services and political wisdom. This means that it is time to invest heavily in apple pie factories.
I was caught, as if in mid stream of a satisfactory pee…my mind kind of froze for a second or so. Did I really hear that right? Are there sane people around the world listening to this shit? Why aren’t they rushing to New York or Washington with buckets of tar and bags of feathers? Blue nosed conservatives want to arrest little girls for exposing their breasts on the internet (nothing as dangerous as a young boob!) and they let this fool say this kind of shit?!!!? What’s up with that?
Oh…and no I don’t think it’s a good idea for young girls to post pictures of their boobs…and I certainly don’t think other people should be sharing and shaming them….but let’s be clear…the danger of a single sordid tweet by this man is in another universe of insanity.
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