First we have today’s vid :
I realize I didn’t say anything particularly novel or unique about the situation, but what the hell. For once in my life, I was just like everyone else.
Feels weird, to be honest.
I’ve been trying to compute what the actual likely outcome of this big sissy slapfight is. It’s really hard to say. Both men are theoretically quite powerful and therefore they could, in fact, act directly against one another.
But they’re also both billionaires, which means it’s highly unlikely either of them is going to be picked up by the authorities and thrown in the slammer any time soon.
More’s the pity.
Trump could listen to that bargain basement gargoyle Steve Bannon and have Elon deported. But as satisfying as that might be for Dumb Donnie, in the end it’s pretty weak sauce. It would, at most, mildly inconvenience Elon the Alien.
I mean, he’s the richest man in the world. Like he cares whether he lives in the USA any more. He can be wherever he wants to be whenever he likes. I am sure he has houses all over the planet and access to the very best communications tech so he can Zoom (or whatever) with whoever he likes at any time.
And of course, it’s also possible that Elon the Elongated truly does have the dirt on Dumb Donnie and can do him way, way more harm than he can inflict on the Elonien.
The Elon From Outer Space is already threatening Donald the Dunce by saying that the reason the infamous Epstein File, with all the names of prominent pedophiles occupying the very highest levels of power, hasn’t been released is that DD is in it.
Which is like, duh. We all know he’s in there. There’s tons of photos of him at Epstein’s pedo parties for fuck’s sake.
But unless you actually have said file and can release it, that doesn’t mean jack shit.
Still, Muskie does potentially know where a lot of bodies are buried, including ones which do not lead to crimes for which Trump is currently immune from prosecution.
But unless someone has the guts to send U. S. Marshalls into the White House to arrest Trump and his confederacy of the dunces (and dunces of the Confederacy), that’s not going to mean much either.
Or hell, grab him when he’s on one of his golf trips. It’s not like he stays in the White House all the time. Bust his lumpy ass mid-stroke if you can.
He probably cheats at golf anyway.
Anyhow, what I am trying to say is it’s not clear how much actual harm these two can do to one another.
It’s clear that Dumb Donnie’s One Big Beautiful Bullshit Bill is going to have a very rough time of it in the Senate.
The knives are out for it and many Republican Senators have done the unthinkable and actually read the damned thing and found their own reasons to vote against the thing besides the fact that if the thing passed their constituents would string them up by their gonads then set them on fire.
But I guess they can’t admit that, so they need to find things to object to other than, ya know, the thousands of people it will kill, the millions of families it will shatter, the freedom and democracy it will destroy, and the human rights it will shit on.
It can’t be wrong for any of those reasons because those are liberal reasons and everyone knows that voting for wimpy girly liberal reasons makes you gay.
I swear to God that’s what is behind a lot of conservatism.
More after the break.
Not quite done
I got a lot of my usual negatives out in last night blog entry, but after I was done I realized that there was more dreck to be expressed, and this time it was something deeper than the usual litany of frustration and self-loathing.
So I am going to take a stab at reaching it by talking about the life I never got to live.
I was well on the way to a double major in Psychology and Philosophy when my parents yanked me out of UPEI and made me come home to my childhood bedroom just as I was starting to bloom as a person and as an adult.
I then proceeded to have a total mental breakdown that left me unable to eat or drink or do much more than lay on the couch with the TV on and suffer.
I couldn’t eat or drink so I became malnourished and dehydrated and lost my marbles pretty much completely.
Clawed my way back to who I am now from there, and that’s who I’ve been since.
But it could have been so much better. I could have gone on to get my double major then from there get a Master’s in psych before becoming a psychotherapist.
And seeing as I’m an academic super-genius, I am pretty sure I would have aced the academics and shown to all concerned how amazing I am.
They might have tried to get me to go into research. But I would not really be interested. I love science and would love to be a scientist but being a therapist is my calling.
Or at least it was supposed to be.
If my life had gone that way, I might even be on the road to an early retirement by now. I certainly wouldn’t be a pathetic never-been with a crippled soul clinging to the bottom rung of the social ladder and too frozen by fear to make any real progress in life.
I could have spent the last 25 years helping people. Holding their hand and guiding them out of the darkness that grips them and leading them to a happier, saner, safer, stronger, healthier frame of mind from which they can thrive.
And who knows. Maybe I even could have done that for myself.
Hard to know how the mental injuries I had when I went to UPEI would have influenced my state of mental health in this alternate realm.
Maybe not at all.
I was pretty sane before my parents yanked the rug out from beneath me.
I guess I’ll never know.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.