Saturday, February 18, 2017

FusterCluck at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

Somewhere Hunter S. Thompson is smiling. Or maybe he's grimacing. From this distance, they both look very much the same. The author of Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, the most amazing book ever written in my limited experience on the re-election of Richard M. Nixon and on American politics in general, would absolutely love the carnival of cretins and criminals who've taken up residence in our nation's capital.

You never knew what was real and what wasn't in Thompson's work. Of course, now, we could fall back on alternative facts and never need to use the word 'lies.' Actually, I'm not sure alternative facts and self-medicating with a heaping helping of Ibogaine will make our current journey through Mistah Kurtz's Heart of Darkness any easier, but to be honest, Guy, it might make it more entertaining.

For those angered that their country turned into something they didn't recognize and who wanted to punish everyone and anyone they felt responsible for what was happening in the Land of the Round Doorknobs and demanded change in the worst way possible, congratulations, bunkie. I think that's exactly what you wound up ordering for all of us.


Not knowing something is ignorance. It's not bad. It's not good; it just is. I strive (and too often fail) to never attribute to malice that which can be explained by ignorance, but that belief is being sorely tested every single day by your guy in the Oval Office.

Pride in NOT knowing something is arrogance. And so we are clear, arrogance is bad. More to the point, it is a horribly apt description of the White House at this moment. I didn't vote for the current occupant but we all gotta dance with the one you brung, and that means we are in big trouble.

Subject to your questions, and put your tiny hand all the way up in the air so it can be seen, this most definitely concludes today's briefing.
-bill kenny









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