A New Year

Fire and Fury

And the Unbearable Lightness of Naked Idiocy

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A signal moment in the history of US broadcast networks occured when Stephen Colbert took his act from Comedy Central to CBS (a company controlled, it should be noted - if only for the hell of it - by a ninety-four year old billionaire.) Close students of media history marveled at the evolution it represented. The organizations which single handedly invented network television news under the tutelage of giants like Murrow and Paley were accelerating the movement in programming hard news and commentary... from their news to their entertainment divisions. The CBS Evening News with Laura Petrie.

Network news today is a laughable pastiche of cat videos, personality profiles and dick-pill spots. The whole embarrassing mess is executive produced by Big Pharma and about as relevant to the vast majority of the American polity as the Dutch Olympic track team - a recent story on ABC. I just made that last one up but unlike certain alternative facts, it didn't sound like Fake News did it?  And by the way, if the President can say shit-hole I can say dick-pill. Just keep reading. 

The legacy of Cronkite and Brinkley and Reynolds is being maintained by Colbert and Kimmel and Meyer; the legacy of Lincoln and Washington by Donald John Trump.  You could argue this shift in the media-scape is a natural cultural evolution. You couldn't argue that in the case of Trump's not so tacit endorsement of the American Nazi movement's "good people."  At least I fucking hope you couldn't.  (If the President can say pussy I can say fucking... are you listening kids?)

When Jon Stewart bugged out of the Daily Show to become a liberal sage and left some guy named Noah from a shit-hole country in charge, you could feel a tremor in the Force. Now that Okra Winfrey (and that's not racist - I just think Oprah Winfrey is a clown) has putatively announced her Presidential candidacy from the Golden Globes... well, I'm going to go ahead and say the Death Star has arrived at L-5. 

For the record, I need to say that Donald Trump is a clown too.  Did you see that new movie 'It'?

Polite society (never anything near what it was cracked up to be) has slid a bunch when a sixty year old guy from deep in domestic shit-hole country who grew up walloping around the waterfront in Port Arthur, Texas... is offended by profanity. When the words Pussy, Shit, and Motherfucker fall from the lips of a US Presidential candidate - and he wins - we get to see what happens when the inmates actually are put in charge of the asylum. Randle McMurphy had redeeming qualities. He was, relatively speaking, like, a very stable genius. Trump is no anti-hero. It could be argued that he is, like, an anti-American idiot (nod to Green Day). Except nooot quite. His tincture of hate, rage and greed contains only 32% real American juice. 

Dark Forces are gathering. Evil and powerful men with vocabularies and history books on their Kindles are enabling Ivey League educated Hobgoblins in a nefarious plot to overthrow Trump. These treasonous plotters (along with two thirds of the American public) are looking to put Trump on the business end of a political political lobotomy sometime in mid 2019. Until then we'll just have to endure this already partially brainless ass hat of a President. And since, snappy, acerbic, third grade nick-names are all the rage, here's mine:

Brainless Donnie From That Shit-Hole Queens

Hash tag that shit you pussy motherfuckers.  Do I sound presidential?