WE ARE ALL DR. FORD

You know why we, the sane and the sensitive, took heart when Dr. Ford offered her testimony?

Because we are all her.

For the past two years we have been victims of abuse, continue to be and you and #metoo have just had enough.

I feel like the star, usually female, of any Hollywood revenge film who learns to fight and shoot with serious kill skills en route to shooting the guy who wiped out her entire family.

That, of course, is how I feel. In real time, I am more like you, muting my TV whenever Trump, Huckabee or any other member of the GOP open up their yaps to spew the next wave of pablum quality bullshit which comes exploding out of them like The Exorcist’s pea soup.

For a while, I was just blithely amused by all this because watching the Confederacy of Donces dance around at their rallies was like watching the dumbest passengers board the Titanic head for dinner instead of the lifeboats.

I grew up loving Myth America. Pretty much from birth on I was raised on the stories of American heroes who were all brave, righteous and selfless. Movies and TV shows were literally and metaphorically in black and white. There were white hats and black hats. Americans good. Enemies bad.

Our money said “In God We Trust” and we could take that to the bank. Everywhere you turned there were bigger than life AMERICAN heroes in comic books, sports, books, museums and often in our own house.

Washington famously could not tell a lie and today Washington is full of them. Fittingly for Halloween, the leaders of the GOP are all going as truth tellers for Halloween and their most ardent followers are taking them at mask value.

Growing up, our heroes felt real. Whether or not their legends were true or exaggerated never once occurred to us because just like the Bible, it was all about the stories and built in life lessons.

We were raised on parables. Jesus and Moses came in all shapes and sizes, in teachers, in parents, in priests and rabbis, in baseball lore.

Growing up used to be about being sculpted from the inside out.

We had no distractions then. Our internet was all about actual physical networking and connectivity. It was about being human and sharing your human experience with other like-minded people.

Love was different then too.

Girls and women were treated, for the most part, like deities. Because our own moms loomed so large in our lives, most of us were stammering messes when it came to approaching a girl.

Sex seemed unimaginable and as easy to mount as Everest. We had to take things in very...small...steps as we made our way from base to base around the erotic baseball diamond. We were like the slowest explorers EVER. It might take us years to make it to the shores of WOW,, but man was it ever worth it. Every tactile step along the way was THRILLING, vitally important and life-altering.

Women had all the power. They had to be wooed, slowly convinced. Earned.

Love was a lot of work. A full-time job, because we dreamed about it too. All. The. Time.

And look at us now.

It’s like we are in a giant game of Simon Sez and have been granted permission to take a giant step backward, all the way back to a time when man caves were actually man caves and a nice date was dragging a woman by the hair to get to your next dinosaur event.

The meek and the mindless have inherited the scorched earth and are treating it the way that the Trump administration is treating your rivers and streams by no longer banning Trichloroethylene, which has been proven to create birth defects, Methylene Chloride which is toxic to the brain and liver and NMP which can harm the reproductive system.

That is how little that they think of women and children, which is not surprising given that right to life post-birth children have no value to extremists once they are old enough to be slaughtered in school hallways with military grade weapons by mentally ill white men who question that whole pesky right to life thing.

We are all Dr. Ford, America. We are being groped by old man frat boys who are drunk on potency, who live for power and do not give a flying fuck about you or your healthcare, social security, Medicare or financial well being.

We live in a Monarchy, see Monarchy, do world where imitating the baboon-like behavior of our current President is suddenly all the rage.

We are not suddenly a divided country.

We have always been a divided, them vs. us country. The Civil War, as evidenced by the up to now, local southern statuary has been raging since the nineteenth century with no end in sight. Blacks and their other slave owned brothers, the Jews (#metoo) are still owned and operated by them as far as they are concerned. Not too long ago a friend was at a Flea Market in South Carolina and on sale were pictures of lynchings from the day.

Trump, the first court jester to accidentally make it all the way to the throne, got there by pretending to be Archie Bunker, who, in the day, got as much supportive fan mail as he did negative.

Like Trump’s entire life, it has all been an act.

Trump’s Lee Strasberg was Roy Cohn who taught him to treat his enemies the way Lizzie Borden treated close family members. He no doubt wears Axe cologne.

Trump’s mind control trick is no different from the one used by Professor Harold Hill. Same town, same uniforms/caps, same bullshit.

His loyal followers despise higher education because it threatens the power of the Church, where promises and prayers are often dispensed like the free pretzel samples at the local mall.

They live for the lottery and the dream of winning the Publisher’s Clearinghouse sweepstakes, because, as their hillbilly elegy will teach you, they are all beaten down, relentlessly hopeless and any promise of a free ride in the back of a limo with a bigger than life “reality” superstar businessman is like a dream come true. It does not matter that he has always been a complete fraud from the day he was born (see the New York Times PAPER DOCUMENTED article on the history of his colossal failures).

To them he is the new #messiah and even though he is dressed from horns to toe in Anti-Christ clothes (made by 8-year-olds in Singapore sweatshops) just like OJ before him, he gets away with murder because he represents all of them: in this case, the oppressed and the ignored who love his tactics of bullying, lying and humiliation. Most of all they adore watching educated liberals writhe in pain. This is full attack mode. This is Judgement Day, an answer to their prayers. Even though every single thing about Trump, both inside and out, is as fake as his image, his marriage and his laundry list of non-accomplishments, it does not matter. This is their chance to have an outsized, WWE character punish those who have punished them. An eye for an eye. A truth for a truth.

Just by being in his presence (by close association they are reality stars too, just like the kids on American Bandstand) who feel powerful, when in truth, from a purely economic point of view, nothing has changed and is in fact far, far worse.

But the reality that they receive from a fake reality star means nothing because they do not want reality. They never did and never will.

They want fantasy. Make-believe. Resurrection and free candy.

Most of that crowd are uneducated, easily fooled and programmed, un-evolved children who desperately need to turn to their holy mothers and fathers whether they be of the religious kind, or the ghosts of parents past, to help show them the way and for now Trump is their daddy, who is full of promises that he will never, ever deliver.

Because he is a Rapepublican to his core, our very own Caligula, who takes and grabs whatever he wants, while the clueless masses cheer him on.

The rest of us are Dr. Ford

Ignored. Mocked. Humiliated. Angry. Scared.

Abused.

For now.

Hindsight is 2020.

Let’s begin with 2018.