A PENSION FOR FIRING: MCCABEGATE



I seem to conjuring up the same metaphor over and over again every time that Trump publicly urinates on the lives of good people who are either not slavishly loyal to him or outright endanger him.

The metaphor in this case is the one where I compare us all to the passive eyewitnesses of the Kitty Genovese murder of the sixties who famously timidly hid behind their living room curtains doing nothing to save her.  Not even a phone call to the cops.

I also compare Trump’s base to the cheap seat section of the Roman Coliseum where the bloodlust crowd cheers on the next lion’s meal.

Jeff Sessions obediently did his boss’s bidding by firing Andy McCabe within two day of his retirement, after serving 20 years at the FBI.  The official reason, being complete bullshit, is not worth getting into because it is total bullshit.

What is worth getting into is that the real reason McCabe was fired was because of the fact that he is a principle witness in Bob Mueller’s investigation into Trump’s obstruction of justice which included Trump’s firing of James Comey. 

You all know the facts.  Comey had a loyalty oath dinner with Baby Emperor Trump, politely declined to become a slavish toad like Sessions and in seconds Comey became Public Enemy Number One.  Trump went on the attack to the point of stupidly admitting on national TV during an interview with Lester Holt that he got rid of Comey because of that ‘whole Russher thing.”

That my friends is public evidence of obstruction of justice.

Trump, who possesses no intellect, no aptitude, no skills is good at one thing: lying Putin style. 

He is forever Putin you on.  

It’s easy to turn him and his actions into a joke.  Like the late night pundits it’s all I can do to help your head and mine from not exploding.

But for now, let’s get serious.

In this era of #metoo Trumlp is the Harvey Weinstein of politics.  He’s nothing more than a smug, temperamental, embryo sized thug who has made a career out of cheating, lying, driving his projects into debt and then turning a tidy profit by gaming the system and writing off huge losses.

Because he has lawyer-slithered his way through hundreds of court cases and claiming that he never settles (even though he had to pay $25,000,000 to all the people he swindled at his “University” of Trump) he thinks he can get away with anything, including shooting innocent people  on Fifth Avenue, who just might be high school kids from Parkland.

I was in his presence once, years ago, when he and his Marla guested on The Fresh Prince of Bel Air for which I was a co-executive producer/writer on. To my eye and ear he was exactly what Page Six had long described.  He was a vapid, trust fund baby/self-created celebrity who was one of many court jesters in the court of Manhattan.   

Long before reality shows, New York and gossip columnists like Liz Smith used to chronicle the tale of people like Trump who over-lived and over-exaggerated their accomplishments—who once even went as far as to pretend that he was his own PR agent on a phone call to one of the local newspapers, by badly disguising his voice in order to pump himself up.

Growing up in New York we got a huge kick out of things like that, just like you get a kick out of Honey Boo Boo.   They are harmless clowns who presented for our amusement as we slog our way through our dreary subway and bus commuting lives.

They are the side show freaks in the not so P.C. Barnum Circus of life.

One of New York’s greatest assets is our built-in high tech bullshit detector system.  We can see through anyone.   We tend to elevate sports figures, local rock and roller/working stiffs who prosper like Billy Joel and nearby New Jersey’s Bruce and Bon Jovi.

We work hard at everything that we do.  We GO to the theater., museums, concerts and stadiums like stampeding cattle.  We are tough.  We are aggressive.  

We know how to fucking survive.

Surviving is the lone single talent that Trump has picked up on.  Hobnobbing and photo bombing with local power brokers can only get you so far.  Trump believed that by velcro-ing himself to people like the Clintons (who finally rejected him, hence REVENGE) and George Steinbrenner, he would somehow suck up their super powers.   It’s just like an eight year old dressing up like T’Challa.  But it did not work for T’rump.

But again, just like a child, you could never get him to believe that.  He’s one of those guys who thinks because everything was literally handed to him that it is his destiny to become King of the World.  What he doesn’t get is that T’Challa, Batman, Superman, Spider-Man and the entire pantheon of super heroes all suffered tremendous personal loss in order to become heroic.

T’rump despises losing and this is because he doesn’t want to do the hard work...no...he is incapable of doing the world to become a super man.

He is no different than any other armchair quarterback or Appalachian barbershop chair warmer, who brags about how much he knows, in between bites of McNuggets and target practice at the spittoon. 

Since he doesn’t read, attend church sermons or surround himself with men or women who challenge him, we are left with a temper tantrum throwing toddler who, like most young children, demand to do everything themselves.  

His family crest reads, “You Are Not The Boss of Me.”

But we know the truth.

How delicious is it that his most formidable enemy is a porn star who he fucked while his pull toy wife and Andy Kaufman impersonator was in labor?  Most men step us when they become fathers.   They dig deep and allow themselves to feel the true power of their masculinity by being strong...and tender at the same time.

When my kids were born I could not wait to become their role model and life guide.

Trump chose to bang a porn star.  Why?  Because that kind of submissive/fantasy woman is what it takes for that flabby ass child to feel like a grown man.

And then he wakes up in a sweat and does what he has been doing every single day for the last 400 plus days: he obsesses about covering everything up.  He does not care who gets hit in his neurotic crossfire.  He does not care if lives, like Andy McCabe’s is destroyed.

All he cares about is his own worthless, orange slathered skin.  

Just the fact that he thinks that hair looks great says it all.

To me he looks like Mamie Van Doren.   A third rate Marilyn Monroe—-who was the other blonde who went down in the White House.

You have seen how he treats women that he is threatened by, right?  During the debates, he he circled Hillary  like a street mime who was pretending to be Hercules.

All she had to do was turn around and kick him in the balls and he would have wept like Melania the first time that she heard that Tiffany’s is not open on Sundays.  

Trump has always been a transparent idiot.  

But he was our transparent idiot.  We more or less adopted him because that is a part of our natural east coast infused empathetic side which forces us, by sheer instinct to be compassionate to old ladies crossing the street and the severely handicapped.  

We grew up watching the Cerebral Palsy telethons.  We cheerfully sang its them song along with Jane Pickens and Dennis James (“Look at us we’re walking/We’re happy and we’re walking/those of us who never walked or talked before”).  We New Yorkers, no matter how successful we are, never forget where we came from and most importantly how to love and protect the little guy.  

To the rest of the country, they get the Pretend Big Shot from the Pretend Conference Room of The Apprentice.   Even that was a set fake, folks.  They get the self promoted export of Trump.  

What they are really getting is a cheap knockoff of a man, made of the same quality as his clothing line that is manufactured by children in Vietnamese sweat shops.

They are getting Professor Harold Over The Hill, who plies them with false hope and promises which they mistake for music to their ears.

Sadly that Siren’s song is deafening.   

It commandeers all of their senses and makes his loyal followers fill arenas and dance like fools while they chant his name like a massive fascist sing a long.

Trump and his base were made for each other.  They get to feel temporarily empowered and literally weaponized, unknowingly conscripted in his army of marching lemmings who will take that fatal leap of faith just because he told them to.

The GOP is entirely responsible for destroying their lives and they did it by pretending to be patriotic and worse, devout followers of Jesus.

It’s been and continues to be a Pandering’s Labyrinth.

Fox News, which should be destroyed for the very same reasons that Trump should be disposed of,  is guilty of poisoning the minds of the impoverished and the gullible. 

That stellar group of people: which includes Rupert Murdoch, Sheldon Adelstein, and the Koch Brothers are who are running and the show and ruining your lives.

And yet you do nothing.

Day after day.

Andy McCabe will live to see another day because he is an honorable man and I will bet the farm that he will sue for his pension while working overtime to take down Trump.

Today I salute him.  I support him.

Because I know the difference between right and wrong. 

Do you?

















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