To pledge allegiance to one’s respectable nation-state always
trumps pledging allegiance to any disreputable head-of-state.
Our Vid of the Day’s SuperGroup taps into the limitless energy of our vast, worldwide pool of extraordinarily talented musicians / singers… all performing… all pouring their hearts out… on behalf of the non-profit Playing for Change Foundation (founded in 2002 by Mark Johnson and Whitney Kroenke).
On this day, we are treated to their impressive cover of the Al Cleveland, Renaldo Benson and Marvin Gaye compostion… the thought inspiring, soul searching lyrical / musical masterpiece… What’s Going On.
So… what the hell is Donald J. Trump up to now? Well, looky here, he’s plotting to re-purpose the concept of FDR’s folksy, fatherly Fireside Chats. Yep, via a live TV broadcast, he intends to prove his innocence by reading, aloud, from that now infamous White House generated, “MEMORANDUM OF TELEPHONE CONVERSATION“.
How astoundingly ironic! This is the very document, which affords us the juicy details to the fake prez’s perfectly wrong “perfect phone call”… a.k.a. Donny’s quid pro quo, 07/25/2019, shake down of Ukraine President Volodymyr Zelensky.
One would think that, by now, the Trumpster’s brain trust and/or wranglers would’ve reminded him that, strictly from the Fascist’s perspective, such fireplace flames are only suitable for one thing… burning up the body of truth (soon followed by the burying of the cremains).
Yet, here we find the fake prez actually believing he can chat himself out of trouble? True, he just might succeed if, in actuality, this is all leading up to his plea of insanity.
Beyond the ideological and legal aspects, let’s factor in the aesthetics… namely… Donny simply is not the fatherly, folksy type. Hell, had he been my father, I’d have run away from home as soon as I had learned to walk. Come to think of it, to escape such a toxic parental unit, I’d have even crawled as fast as my hands and knees could go.
Anyway, it’s way above the Trumpster’s pay-grade to even attempt to reassure and comfort us. No amount of his thick, dense, politically expedient, fireplace soot can ever hide his corruption and culpability.
Beyond that? A Fireside Chat does no good when it could only showcase Trump’s insufferable, undignified, unprofessional whimpering and whining… his droning on and on and on… about his perfectly wrong, perfectly self-incriminating, perfectly worthy of impeachment “perfect phone call”.
Our Vid of the Day… What A Wonderful World… is proof positive that good things happen in threes. We’ve got Louis Armstrong’s insightful interpretation of song composers George David Weiss and Robert Thiele’s worldly vision… all accompanied by videographer SC Entertainment’s awe-inspiring scenery.
I’d like to extend my belated congrats to MLB’s World Series Champions, the Washington Nationals. Were there ever a better moment for some positive news coming out of DC, this was it!
Now, as for that DC negative news, let’s revisit the World Series’ Game 5 Trumpian moment. Egad… must we? Long sigh… we must. But I promise to keep it mercifully brief…
As most of us know, this past Sunday night, many of the fans directed their boos and “Lock Him Up” chants at the in attendance, Donny.
Since then, the more I’ve considered this demonstration, the more I’ve wondered… WHAT IF, instead, the entire stadium had suddenly gone dead silent… nary even a whisper amongst the 43,910 fans in attendance?
Think about it. The abrupt cessation of joy. What a dramatic statement that would’ve made. It would’ve been like a power grid crash blacking out the entire stadium.
Hmm… not unlike how… for nearly 3 years (seems more like 3 million)… a very dark-minded, head of state has been casting his dark, oppressive ideological shadow over an entire nation… an entire world.
Deep down, I didn’t like it when World Series attendees, en masse, loudly booed Donald J. Trump. Yes, you’ve read that correctly. It’s not that Fascist Vladimir Putin’s understudy didn’t deserve it… BUT…
As an American, I’d expect any Oval Office dweller to be deemed sufficiently reputable to… at the very least… warrant perfunctory applause. Alas, Donald is not that man.
Beyond that, the Trumpster has no one but himself to blame for this baseball stadium crowd’s raucous chants of “Lock him up!” After all, his obstruction of justice deeds always fly in the face of his words claiming innocence. After all, he is the very Rabble-Rouser-In-Chief who, first, whips his campaign rally’s throngs into a rabid lather and, next, contentedly stands back as they enthrall him with their exuberant chants of “Lock her up!” and “Send them Back!”
During these past, nearly 3 (million) years, Sunday night was one of the few instances… perhaps even the only one… where the so-called prez has ever been confronted by real Americans… not the paid for, trained seals who frequent his propaganda ministers’ staged events.
Oh, that crestfallen look on Donny’s face when his protective bubble was finally burst… upon his realization that the mindless, unconditional adulation that he flat-out demands would not be forthcoming. It’s a sure bet that if he had it his way, he’d have locked them up!
A rational man would’ve viewed this demonstration as his wake up call… gone back to the White House to do some serious soul searching… to start mapping out a policy changing path, that’d earn him some genuine admiration. Alas, Donald is not that man.
It’s not difficult to imagine what actually went down afterwards. Scores of his handlers must’ve been rudely awakened by phone calls notifying them of a hastily convened, top-secret, emergency meeting. Then, upon arrival, they promptly heaped on their praise for their boss until their verbal manure was nose deep in the Oval Office.
Even though humoring such an individual can only worsen his chances of ever getting guided back to good mental health, I suppose it was all for the better.
Would we rather see the man-child throwing his “I’ll show them”, nuclear temper tantrum?