Our President, Center Stage

As a kid, I was used to contentious election races, the flare of changing alliances and the powerful swings of 'we're winning, no: we're loosing!' The point was, once the votes had been cast and a winner declared, that was It. We lived with the result and thought, 'we'll win next time' and looked forward to it. So much for 7th Grade.

I guess the feeling of newness will wear off and the over-riding feelings of fear I feel will become something I'm used to, become a colder, manageable if not comfortable background. Even at my age I'm finding I am not proof against the hectoring anonymous voices of the Mob. They slay me with a thousand cuts, make me angry, which is the Kiss of Death in any avenue of rational discussion. Like any child, I have a natural feeling that Just Things should work out Justly, and I am not seeing this in the national arena, like most Americans.

Comey, the FBI director, who should be above all the political machinations we see, who should to my immature view be pushing ahead forthrightly and single-mindedly to advance an American world view. Instead, we watch the Russians, largely impotent with their decreasing population and ever-more irrelevant petro-chemical-based economy, being courted by the Left for their Dollars given to Bill for his Speech, for which the Secretary of State trades 20% of American yellow cake holdings.

Meanwhile, Mueller investigates Trump using an untrue dossier concocted by God-Knows-Who and purchased by the democratic national committee a la Hillary to cast aspersions on the President and drag down as many of his hangers on as possible.

Last evening I listened to Comey being interviewed at length by George Stephanopolas in a quiet, cool setting of considered thought and measured speech. George left behind his frenetic howitzer-like delivery of questions for his sound-bite attacks against his adversaries. The disadvantage of his own height and the almost-alarming level of Mueller's were erased in the comfortable setting of sofa and chair and oblique light.

Too bad that Comey, trying to sell his To-Be-NYT-Bestseller, was left with his pile of imprecise suppositions and paragraphs of blatant disloyalty as his only offerings, giving up his own family as a sacrifice to whomever would take it to advance his sales.

Meanwhile, our hero, childlike in his innocence, watches the unbelievable machinations in front of him. Can't anyone else see the obvious nonsense going on? Am I (the hero) the only one who can see? Who will save us?

At this point, having shut off YouTube for a few minutes, having returned to, what I like to call, 'the real world', I can see that all the histrionic Nonsense I'd become immersed in was just that: Nonsense. Yes, Mueller and his crew might be trying to trap Trump in a Senatorial Trial of his own making but the real chance of that happening. If I can see the democrats as a bunch of low-flying Boobs, any average American can. Anyone can see George Stephanopolas is a fast-talking mouthpiece for the left. He isn't really that scary; he is more a buzzing fly who you can't make leave you alone.

What about Trump?

He's large and loud and agressive and unflappable. He's a bit of a crude boor but he's our crude boor. God help us, if only his 'impulses' don't get him impeached.

Lets look at our world state. North Korea is afraid of Trump, talks with the South may begin. China may work the US to balance the trade books. Trump has called Putin 'a friend'. Maybe war is far off.

If we only peer out from the supposed protection of 'our side' for long enough, we eventually develop a disagreeable film all over everything. When this happens to me, which it does when I've seen too much Fox News or stayed up seeing too many YouTube political news offerings (initially comforting, inevitably cloying, finally boring), I eventually turn to either movies, shows, 'educational documentaries' or just turn the dam thing off and read.

Whatever the media, mainstream or 'fair and balanced', they will try to foist something on the innocent and hapless American. We must always be aware of the traps, the snares set for the uncareful. The beasts we may set up in our own minds, the black-souled Snydely Whiplashes he see in the faceless democrat footmen, are probably a lot like ourselves. The Enemy of our Enemy may not always be our Friend. Or, he may.

i hope all this crap I've just shoveled out makes some sense. There will be more.