And now you’re thinking, Trump? I hate that guy! And I certainly don’t respect him!
But remember, you don’t have to like someone to respect them, nor do you have to think they are a good person or are right about things.
In the case of someone like Trump, even treating him like you would another adult is too much respect shown to him.
I go into further detail here :
Don’t lecture Trump and his cronies. Scold them. Tell them they are being very bad and that they need to stop it this second or there will be trouble.
What we need is an older woman of absolutely towering resolve, respectability, and scariness to make videos where she calls these people out exactly like the misbehaving children they are and tells them to clean up their mess and put things back exactly how they found them and then go to their rooms without supper.
I even have a name for her. We can call her Nanny State.
And I bet it would work on them. Their childlike fascist mindsets would not be able to resist the power of female authority. Sure, some of them would raise a fist in protest and swear they don’t care what she says, but even they would be feeling the power of it and before long they would be looking for excuses to comply.
And respectability is key. It has to be someone their primitive minds can’t find a way to just dismiss via some inane categorical.
It has to be someone who is powerfully dominant on all levels.
Basically, we need Margaret Thatcher, but not evil.
Heck, it could be Thatcher full stop. If she were still around she would be absolutely livid at the pathetic state of British conservative politics right now.
But I digress.
I bet it would even work on Trump. We know he fancies himself (quite tragically) to be some kind of prime male authority figure, and his fanbase is so pathetic that they actually accept such a cowardly, weak, dishonorable, dishonest, and disgusting man as one, but I bet if a woman with real power behind her personality told him what to do, he would very strongly want to comply.
But regardless of the form it takes, I am serious about not treating him with any respect any more. No more frothing at the mouth about what a bad president he is, no more railing against his fascist government, no shaking your fist at the sky.
Because when we do that, all he hears is, “I am very power and important! Look how my enemies fear and hate me!”.
No, we have to start talking about him like he’s making an embarrassing spectacle of himself all the time, how people are looking down on him as a result, and how all the sorts of people even a moron like him respects are laughing at him behind his back and have about as much respect for him as they do the town drunk.
Right now, he thinks he’s pulling it off. He thinks all the world leaders like and respect him. He thinks his billionaire buddies think he’s the greatest. And he feeds on this idea of being important and respected constantly.
We need to take it away from him. Force him to recognize that he’s nothing but an embarrassment and a laughing stock and a loser, so big of a loser in fact that even becoming the most powerful man on Earth couldn’t cure it.
Destroy his sense of social dominance. Let him know that he’s nothing but a toddler with a handgun and he should slink away and hide forever because there is no cure for the amount of shame and embarrassment he should be feeling.
It would be a psychological assassination and nobody deserves it more.
More after the break.
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Yet another incident
Warning, the following involves not making it to the bathroom in time.
Well, as I often say (to myself) the first thing disability takes from you is your dignity.
Then again, I suppose this could have happened to anyone, more or less, so perhaps I just prefer to blame it on being disabled.
I was watching things on Zoom with Le Gang when I realized I needed to poop. But it was 9 PM and Felicity was leaving at 9:30 PM so I thought, “Why disrupt our viewing when I can just go after she leaves?”.
It was a stupid thought, and social anxiety was definitely a factor. I didn’t want to interrupt everything and make things awkward by telling people I had to “go”.
So I waited and I waited and watched stuff with my friends and added the occasional comment and meanwhile the pressure in me was getting pretty bad.
Thus, the stage was set for disaster.
The final video ended and I got up to make my all important trip, trip, trip to the loo (my darling) but something had gone wrong in my skeletomuscular system because I went up but then I toppled over onto my front.
Needless to say, containment was breached. Ain’t nobody gonna be able to hold it in when gravity conspires to squeeze you like a tube of toothpaste.
So I had to make it into the bathroom with a pantload and then I had a small brief blissful window where I could forget what I had clearly felt happen in my pants as I finished what the fall had started and then I had to delicately take off the pants so I could rinse them out in the sink.
Like I said, it could happen to anyone who waits too long to go poop, but the fall was quite possibly the fault of my disability.
There was definitely dizziness involved. So maybe it was a blood pressure thing.
All I know is that I went up and fell down in the space of a second. And that, of course, when I felt it happen.
That is a very terrible feeling. Anything involving errant defecation taps into a very ancient bit of programming in our brains that was instilled before we could even talk and stuff that old always has a powerful impact.
Oh well. It’s over. I handled it. I rinsed out the pants so that they who do my laundry are not overtaxed by my needs.
What can I say? Shit happens.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.