Here we are, the day after. Everyone still breathing? Good. Some
of the hysteria has begun to die down, although I must admit it seems like the
nation is still one whisker away from freaking right the fuck out. The protests
last night warmed this old patriot’s heart. It was like the Boston Tea Party, but with less civil disobedience and more I-Phones. Of course, the corporate media focused on the
one idiot who thought that burning the American flag on CNN would be a great
background for a protest selfie, thereby undermining any respect the nascent
anti-Trump street protest movement might have garnered from the public at
large. Circle that firing squad,
lefties!
Speaking of CNN, I
was walking through the kitchen at work this morning and was treated to the
spectacle of a slightly manic Chris Cuomo interviewing a preternaturally
calm Rudy Giuliani about the plans for the first 100 days of Pussygrabber’s
administration. Someone was making a smoothie so I couldn’t hear what Rudy was
saying, but it dawned on me with considerable sadness that this would not be
the last time I see America’s Mayor on CNN holding forth about mass deportation
and denying climate change, rather he and the rest of the Basket of Deplorables
(Gingrich, Christie, Palen), would be
our constant companions on our upcoming 4 year journey to Mount Doom. As depressing a
sight as I have ever seen. Little known fact: I was with Rudy Giuliani on 9/11.
By “with him” I mean he was cowering in the basement of 100 Church Street as
the second plane hit the Trade Center, as I was walking out the front door. We
parted ways soon after. I walked back to Brooklyn after the second tower hit
the ground, and he walked into the history books, lauded for something I don’t
think he quite deserved. But I digress.
For years I have
tried not to get bogged down in the unseemly battle between the alt-right
Republicans and the corporate Democrats. While it wasn’t that hard to pick a
side, it was pretty tough to lustily cheer for my team. Without beating the
dead horse too soundly, I really thought that the Democrats had turned the
corner when Bernie started picking up states in the primaries. I was shocked at
his success, and dare I say it, optimistic? Of course, like all things too good
to be true, it didn’t last. Bernie was run out of town by Sheriff
Wasserman-Schultz, and later trotted around by the Clinton campaign, siphoning
off the anger that should have been directed at the DNC for casting him aside.
I don’t blame Bernie. If Clinton had won he stood to gain a position where he
could have exercised immense influence, well, as long as he didn’t push for
anything TOO crazy. With a Trump victory, Bernie goes back to the Senate and
back to a role at which he excels, being a pain in the ass. Here’s hoping he
gives Paul Ryan and Trump a case of hemorrhoids so bad they can’t sit down
until 2020.