BEAUTY AND THE BEE

A few days ago it was Lady Roseanne of Ambien Blather and today it is Samantha Bee.

You have probably heard what she called Ivanka Trump.  You can find it on the internet or buried in the following  less than subtle dialogue from Hamlet:

HAMLET

My lady, should I lie in your lap?

OPHELIA

No, my lord.

HAMLET

I mean, my head upon your lap?

OPHELIA

Ay, my lord.

HAMLET

Do you think I meant country matters?

And….obSCENE.

Basically, add “freckles” and you get the whole gynecological picture.

But here is the thing.  Since we have an administration lead by a two-year-old name calling thug. who has called women whores and mocked a physically challenged man, who is to blame here?  Exactly whose rules are we following here?

Trump has spent the last two years plus publicly humiliating people, saying and doing whatever he wants but the reality is when the invectives is slung at him, he turns into s whiney little country girl-boy.

The Trumps are a bunch of unctuous low-life punks who play by their own rules that are based entirely on a disproportionate sense of entitlement.

The fish always stinks from the head and the head of this country is an illiterate, vain, stupid jerk who talks tough from the top of an ivory tower where the weak can play the big boy game.

Our atmosphere has been so poisoned—literally and metaphorically—that is anyone surprised that we’re all walking around like Popeye, muttering obscenities under our breath about what a dog Olive Oyl is?

America is a system that was built by Founding Fathers who created a bible for democracy that protected the kind of behavior that everyone has an alienable right to.  Whether we’re heading for our voting booths or the pews of our churches, we are looking for the next Holy Father to lead us.

We are a nation of children, no matter what our age, who need to be parented.  Thomas Jefferson knew that big time.  Hey, when it came to his own slave-owning life, he did not have the world’s best instincts either.

We need leaders because we need to be lead.

We do not have a leader now. We do not have a capable adult in the room.

We have Orange Julius Caesar, hopefully, the first fake blonde to go down in the oval office since Marylin Monroe.

Samantha Bee or Michelle Wolf is not our issue.  Roseanne Barr IS the issue because what she said was outright racist.

And I blame Trump for that too because she felt THAT empowered.  She thought she had the keys to the Kingdom.

Trump violates our country and it’s institutions every single hour of every single day.   Honorable men and women are trashed by him just so he doesn’t wind up doing what he inevitably does all the time.

Fail on a spectacular level.  But remember: while you don’t get paid for your work, he gets rich by accumulating debt.

At your expense.

He has been nothing more than Roy Cohn’s bitch, who taught him to disregard human behavior and act just like him: a self-centered, salacious, hardcore prick.  The rich and the powerful hung out with him because he was nothing more than a hapless clown who probably had the best coke and the easiest dumb women.  New York never took him seriously. 

We knew.  And we know now.

The biggest offense to me is that now we are all starting to act like Roy Cohn’s bitch.  We are angry and bitter and on the attack.  The second that his bloated, fat ass shows up on my TV screen, I start gritting my teeth and screaming at him to just shut the fuck up.  The same thing whenever Sarah Huckabee’s face appears.

I just can’t take it.  I will never take it.  And I have just had enough.

I despise his supporters because, even though it is not their fault that they are dumb as a rock,  I’m sick of them running the show.

I hate their Nazi youth rallies, their guns before a toddler’s life beliefs, their bullshit version of Christianity and their hate of anything that don’t talk just like them.

And this decree that you cannot disrespect the family, while you go out and shoot people in the head, is nothing more than the duplicitous bullshit of guys like Tonys Soprano and Montana...and
Don Corleone Trump

I have to fight every single day not to act like them and frankly, we need someone like Samantha Bee to be an exception on our behalf.

We need to stay classy, San Diego, because the worst is yet to come.

OJ and Trump, two men of color, believe in the very same kind of defense:

Attack and discredit their accusers with conspiracy theories that are based on nothing more than the foul stink air that comes out of their smug mouths.

Trump is being cornered now, like a dumpster rat, who only knows how to survive, by biting whoever tries to bite him first.

We are about to witness the absolute worst form of subhuman behavior.

Ugly can’t even come close to what we are going to have to sit and endure once REPUBLICAN WAR HERO Bob Mueller showers us with evidence like propaganda air dropped from planes.

Roy Cohn wound up getting disbarred and so did John Goodman and the cast of Roseanne.  We don’t cry for them, Argentina, because they all have contracts that have to be honored.  We’re talking MILLIONS of ABC dollars.   The writers too.

I cry for us who have to sit in the cheap seats of the Coliseum and watch the bloody mess that is about to go down.

But we need strength.  We need Obama behavior to remind us that education, science, elocution, vision and ideas actually mean something.  That there is power in prayer and in good intentions.  

Let me end with my friend John Doe, who we met through Frank Capra.  Here is what he had too say about all this:

“They've started a lot of talk about free people goin' soft, that we can't take it. That's a lot of hooey! A free people can beat the world at anything, from war to tiddlywinks, if we all pull in the same direction. [Applause] I know a lot of you are saying, 'What can I do? I'm just a little punk. I don't count.' Well, you're dead wrong. The little punks have always counted because in the long run, the character of a country is the sum total of the character of its little punks. But we've all got to get in there and pitch. We can't win the old ball game unless we have teamwork. And that's where every John Doe comes in. It's up to him to get together with his teammate. And your teammate, my friends, is the guy next door to ya. Your neighbor — he's a terribly important guy, that guy next door. You're gonna need him and he's gonna need you, so look him up. If he's sick, call on him. If he's hungry, feed him. If he's out of a job, find him one. To most of you, your neighbor is a stranger, a guy with a barkin' dog and a high fence around him. Now you can't be a stranger to any guy that's on your own team. So tear down the fence that separates you. Tear down the fence and you'll tear down a lot of hates and prejudices. Tear down all the fences in the country and you'll really have teamwork. I know a lot of you are saying to yourselves: 'He's askin' for a miracle to happen. He's expecting people to change all of a sudden.' Well, you're wrong. It's no miracle. It's no miracle because I see it happen once every year and so do you at Christmastime. There's something swell about the spirit of Christmas, to see what it does to people, all kinds of people. Now why can't that spirit, that same warm Christmas spirit last the whole year round? Gosh, if it ever did, if each and every John Doe would make that spirit last 365 days out of the year — we'd develop such a strength, we'd create such a tidal wave of good will that no human force could stand against it. Yes sir, my friends, the meek can only inherit the earth when the John Does start loving their neighbors. You'd better start right now. Don't wait till the game is called on account of darkness. Wake up, John Doe, you're the hope of the world.”