The More Things Change…

Geez, I can’t leave youz guyzs alone for five little minutes. OK, maybe more than five minutes, but it’s not like I relocated to Brigadoon  or anything.

My sincere thanks for all of your kinds words and thoughts expressed through Ursula. I am happier and better adjusted mentally than I have been in years. Like so many who obsess with something for too long, I developed forest-for-the-trees syndrome. For the last six months, cable news has not been a daily staple of my life, and you know what? Ignorance really is bliss. Even now MSNBC is only on from about 10a-2p.

But now that I’m dipping my toes back into this toxic slough, it’s funny. The old adage, that I wrote about before Traitor Tot’s inauguration is true, The more things change, the more they stay the same. And truer words were never spoken.

I wrote at the time that in TrumpaPalooza I, it was the adults in the room that kept El Pendejo Presidente from flying off the guard rails and doing a Thelma and Louise. But even when they weren’t around, or couldn’t tie him to a chair, it was the courts that provided the last bastion of sanity in His Lowness’s administrative cuckoos nest. And that’s because the brainless sycophants he surrounds himself with are so stupid they couldn’t even win a parking ticket case, much less create an administrative policy that could pass the judicial smell test.

And now, like a redneck in a goddamn monster truck driven into a pit of quicksand, we’re mired in the first year of TrumpaPalooza II, and sinking slowly. And it’s exactly the same sh*t show again, with one small difference.

This time there are no adults in the room to deflect The Cheeto Prophet from his baser instincts. Because like a dim bulb dog with a rolled up newspaper, if you whack FrankenTrump in the snoot with it often enough, he learns by assimilation.

So, no adults in the room. Which is fine, because what is in the room makes The Three Stooges look like the Royal Shakespeare company. Just take a gander at this;

• You have a drunken lecher as the Secretary of defense, which is perfect for a military still struggling to come to terms with soldier-on-soldier-rape on the bases, and a burgeoning sexual harassment denial of advancement problem. And this ass clown thinks that online chat boards are the perfect way to disseminate classified information, and then wonders why our allies won’t give us the good sh*t anymore
• You have a head of DHS who shot her own puppy in the forehead in a gravel pit for the sin of being a puppy, and wishes that she could use the same solution on all who oppose her. The security of this nation rests in the hands of a woman who had the freaking state police guarding her when she was the Governor!
• The head of the National security Council is a card carrying member of the Q-Anon Master Executive Council of Wingnuts, and has taken to putting out self serving informercials to convince everybody that she isn’t batsh*t crazy
• The Secretary of Health and Human Services is stumbling, fumbling, and slurring around like nobody told him that his brain eating worm is back
• And let’s not forget DOJ Barbie, who is so busy spending all her time creating assanine excuses for why The Mango Messiah is right about everything that she doesn’t have any time do do lame stuff like investigations, and court cases and sh*t.

And these are among the mental midget teletubbies that Hair Twitler is counting on to pursue his whack-a-mole second term agenda. And that is exactly what it is, since in Baron von Schitzenpants’ fevered brain, whatever pisses him off at the moment becomes the most critical item on the national agenda for immediate retribution.

Little wonder that any judge sitting on the federal bench has his eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning when he sees a federal lawsuit against a Trump administration policy on his docket. The judge knows he’s not going to be beset by fine legal points and precedent. He can sit there reading a Steve Martine legal thriller in his lap, before ruling from the bench for the plaintiffs, and sending Trump’s DOJ legal beagles packing.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Trump uses arrogance and vengeance to run his administration in a scatter shot quest for blood, and then blames everybody else when the courts tell him there is no legal precedent for his blatant stupidity,

And to close today, I’m going to take an I-told-you-so victory lap. Before the election, liberal bed wetters and the mainstream media was in a rabid, mouth froth panic over Project 2025. I kept trying to tell y’all that it was nothing more than a frat house circle jerk. Done properly, it could have been a dangerous, and possibly catastrophic development. But it was based on legally shaky principles, and as such would require highly skilled legislators, bill crafters and legal experts to pass judicial muster. Look at the Trump administration. I rest my case.

I thank you for the privilege of your time.

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