It occurred to me recently that Joseph Goebbels would like Mark Meadows. Meadows brings the same rabid dishonesty to what can accurately be called, Trump’s Propaganda, that Goebbels did for Adolf Hitler as the führer’s minister of propaganda from 1933 to 1945.
I remember the moment I first thought this. I felt my mind screech to a halt, thinking, “No, that can’t be right!” I didn’t accept this knee jerk reaction on its face. I thought about it some more, and I realized, the analogy fits, with scary perfection. More than eight million of my fellow Americans have the COVID-19 virus and we’re closing in on a quarter-million of us dead.
Today, I heard someone point out that twice as many Americans have died from this virus that died in World War I. This rocked me. My grandfather, my Poppop, served in World War I. He was in the Army. In a field signal battalion that was part of the, justifiably famous, Rainbow Division. He suffered trench foot as a result of the mustard gas. He was hospitalized somewhere in France. Army doctors wanted to amputate his feet. Poppop essentially crawled out of the hospital and was taken in by French nuns who took care of him, and saved his feet.
Poppop is one of the blessed who survived the war. And now I hear that the number of us who have died from this virus is twice as many as those of us who died in World War I?
Yesterday, Trump’s minister of propaganda, Mark Meadows, said, “We can’t control the virus.” Meaning, let Americans keep dying until there is or his not herd immunity. That means two million dead Americans, at least. Yeah. I think I’m right. I’m sure of it. Joseph Goebbels would like Mark Meadows.
I’d like to be able to just go ahead and say, Shut the fuck up and not cause any trouble in the process. I mean no disrespect. That said, I write and say my own sentences, thank you very much, and it is not my fault that shut the fuck up is a phrase that can be very helpful on the emotion management front. One of my favorite lines in movies is in Midnight Run, when Robert De Niro’s character says to Charles Grodin’s character, I got two words for you. Shut the fuck up. A classic line, if ever there was one.
Shut the fuck up is a playful phrase with all kinds of fun potential. Just close your eyes (or not) and imagine yourself saying, Shut the fuck up to those you think might just benefit from the experience.
I’d pay good money to walk up to Trump and say, “Yo, orange boy, or whatever the fuck happened to you, shut the fuck up.”
I thank some members of Congress for helping me realize I’d best not to say, Shut the fuck up, because it is, if these folks are any measure, an apparently deadly form of nuclear-weapon English. After all, members of Congress cower in fear when faced with schoolyard tweet or taunt from Trump. Lyin’ Ted scare the shit out of you, does it? Little Marco, freeze you in place?
To these brave congressional few I say, I’ve got two words for you, shut the fuck up.
You cannot support President Donald J. Whiteman’s pro-child-abuse policy of tearing children (from babies to teens) away from their mothers and families and be American, at the same time.
Whiteman is a racist. Whiteman is a misogynist. Whiteman’s bigotry applies to pretty much everyone, save for those who are wealthy, white, and male. If the male is a dictator, Whiteman likes him no matter his skin color.
Whiteman represents, through actions and words, the side my father and uncle fought against in World War II; they were in the United States Army and fought against the Nazis.
We are in the same fight now. We are in the beginnings of it. Silence, is not an option, if you love this country.
Donald Trump, you’re a racist and you’ve always been a racist. I drove a cab in New York City in the 1980s. As you know, the primary turf for yellow cabs is Manhattan. It is not unusual for a cabby to be “invisible” to passengers immersed in conversation. So, let me say I heard enough conversations in the backseat to know you’re not only a racist, you’re a flat out misogynist pig and pretty much a crap business man.
Arguing over whether or not you’re not a racist is like arguing over whether or not Mount Everest is really a mountain. First of all, I think the whole discussion about race and races needs to change There is one and only one race — the human race. Within the race you find different eye colors and skin colors and hair colors and somehow, the skin pigmentation part of the equation gets people like you all bent out of shape.
I was held up and shot by a teenager back in 1984. From time to time someone asks me what color and race the kid was, or they presume to already know. I never answer the question. Well, that’s not quite true. I do have a bit of fun with a stock reply of my own making when someone asks me what race the kid was. I always say, “The human race, why?”
Now, you would like the world to belief you’re a tough guy. Someone not to be trifled with because you’re so big and tough. I think you’re a wimp, but I’ll give you a chance to show a little backbone. If I’ve got the backbone to say I am not a racist, then you should have the backbone to admit you are. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but at least the likes of Lester Maddox and Bull Connor and George Wallace openly acknowledged their racism. They were honest.
So go on, tough guy, have the guts to admit you’re a racist. Otherwise, the following observation still holds. Lester Maddox and Bull Connor and George Wallace had more integrity than you. Wrong and dangerous, just like you, absolutely — but honest.
If a hemorrhoid grew hair and a face, it would look a helluva lot like Steve Bannon. A rotting, sunbaked pumpkin with a spray of wheat and two tiny-sticky egg yokes pretty much sums up the Donald Trump visual. Reince Priebus looks like a rather large pus-filled whitehead on a teenage nose
Not one of these men is the picture of health.
As sick and viscerally unpleasant to look at as they are, the real danger lives inside. They possess a living breathing capacity for evil. Their no-conscience decision-making styles ruin and end lives. They are power-hungry sociopaths.
If you don’t realize they are in bed with the Putin Regime, its time you do.
If you think these sick men are going to leave the stage without a fight, you’re mistaken.