Still pretty depressed, but currently too tired to get all angsty poetry about it.
Happy about Biden winning, of course. Duh. Enjoying Trump’s whining and flailing about like the brat he is as he refuses to accept that he lost.
Saw something truly wonderful on the Daily Show last night. Trump was, surprise surprise, playing golf. That’s not the good part.
The good part was that he then had ride through streets thronged with people joyously celebrating his defeat on the way home!
It’s like if the Wicked Witch of the East had lived long enough under Dorothy’s house to hear the entire Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead song in the Wizard of Oz.
Now we get to enjoy watching him vent his impotent rage as the lamest of lame duck presidents. Right now, all his toadies on Fox News and in Washington are still parroting whatever he says, but that won’t last.
After all, when it becomes clear that no matter what he does, he will not remain president, the pressure to distance yourself from his toxic death plume.
And he truly can do nothing. None of his lawsuits will do any good because it turns out those evil liberal courts insist on some obscure thing called “evidence” in order to even accept a lawsuit in the first place.
So there’s no chance of him changing the result legally. He has no evidence, no argument, and no grounds. All the billable hours in the world won’t change that.
Ergo, the fact that he packed the Supreme Court will avail him not. They can only rule on cases referred to them by lower courts, and the lower courts ain’t having it.
That still leaves civil unrest as a mans of retaining power, but that won’t happen either. His supporters might be (shockingly) numerous, but they are utterly disorganized, undisciplined, uncommitted, and quite frankly, a bunch of whiny sissies who would shit themselves explosively at the first sign of real force.
They’re cowards like all bullies are cowards. If they weren’t cowards, they would pick on people who could fight back. Instead, they only pick on the weakest people who pose the least threat.to them.
So no, I am not worried about a new civil war. I am not concerned about Trump voters making the streets run red with blood. I have no fear of any competent coup attempts.
I predict that his support will melt away into virtual nothingness long before Jan 20, as will the belief that the libs somehow “stole” the election.
The whole of Trumpism is going to wind down as it becomes increasingly clear that Mad King Trump is just Daffy Donald again.
Because you can’t be the Lizard King of those who worship power without power. Without power, you can’t generate the kind of fear/awe/respect that these people need, and sooner or later, they will seek it elsewhere.
By Inauguration Day, a lot of those who voted for him will barely remember his name,
I’m still holding out hope for Trump to show up for a hastily assembled press conference in a dirty old housecoat, old man balls hanging out, drooling out of one side of his mouth, with a half empty bottle of Yukon Jack in one hand and wearing Burger King wrappers for shoes, only to deliver an utterly incoherent word salad of a speech full of obscenities and accidental confessions, at the end of which he soils himself explosively why crying for his mommy, then passes out.
It’s such a beautiful dream.
More after the break.
Good news, everyone!
KFC has biscuits now!
And they’re pretty good. Better than the standard ones I bake because I use the easy peasy recipe and truly good biscuits are FAR more work to make.
About the same as the ones you get from Pillsbury in a can, which is probably not a coincidence. That’s probably where they got them too.
And I loves me some biscuits. I totally shouldn’t be eating them in a meal that already has fries and the breading on the chicken, but that’s a lesson from the future.
Right now, I am enjoying dipping the biscuits in the gravy like the classic Southern breakfast to particularly care,.
You know, for some reason, for my entire life I have eaten my pieces of fried chicken in ascending order of size.
And I won’t bother making up some kind of logical reason for doing so. I am sure I could, but it would be retroactive justification at best.
The truth is that sometimes, we make up rules for ourselves purely to give us some way of making a decision and getting on with things rather than turning into Buridan’s Ass and getting lost in indecision.
Hmmm. It’s Buridan, with only one R. Looks wrong somehow.
Anyhow, we make up rules, and that’s fine. We would be lost without the ability to make arbitrary decisions based on little or no information.
The problem is that these rules then get loaded into the part of our mind responsible for habits, cravings, compulsions, phobias, and deep beliefs.
Once installed there, the rule now has the force of one of the deepest and most powerful parts of our minds, the part that compels a hungry animal to eat, a thirsty animal to drink, and a horny animal to jump on another animal’s back and hump.
Whatever justification, if any, the rule had to begin with is rapidly left behind because the rule no longer needs justification now that it has the incredible emotional power of that part of our mind to enforce it.
So then this rule that we just made up to get us through a situation, becomes the only way we can do the thing. Now every other way “feels wrong”.
And if you are unfortunate OCD sufferer, that dumb rule joins the hosts of others that make life almost impossible to live.
That’s why it is always good to test all rules on a regular basis. Ask, why is this a rule? Why was this rule implemented in the first place? Is that still true? And the most important question of all : does this rule do more harm than good?
To me, rules are tools, nothing more. Good rules like good rules serve a purpose and do it well. Bad rules merely needlessly increase friction in the system with no or insufficient return on investment.
The worst rules are ones that are worse than the problem they address.
And this operates on the personal level too. Try to figure out the rules you live by and then put them to the test.
You might find that liberation and joy are only one old rule deletion away!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.