It just happens that I have exactly the right pictures for this challenge. Now, if I can find them …
This was the cover of the March 5th, 2017 “New York Daily News.”
It wasn’t newsworthy when it became the cover of the Daily News. Everyone knew our ”Commander In Chief“ was nuts and most of us had known it for as long as he had been in office. Many of us knew before the election, which is probably why we never believed he would be elected.
His nuttiness didn’t matter when he was on “reality TV,” but when he somehow got elected, it mattered. A lot. So what was newsworthy was that the story was on the front page. The incident that caused everybody to notice he was nuts wasn’t the story. The story was that the President of the United States is wingding wacko.
I wrote a post pointing out that this ought to be the story on which the media focuses. Since I wrote that post, exactly what I expected has happened. The press is covering his insanity more and more. They can’t stop. Even if they wanted to stop, the news business would never let them stop. Trump’s craziness sells the news.
Whether you like him or hate him, he is suffering from a severe mental illness. The diagnoses vary, but he is ill. You can be as sympathetic as you like about people who have a mental illness, but that doesn’t mean you want one running our country.
We all have family and friends who suffer from dementia, Alzheimer’s, narcissism, and much more. When they reach a certain point, someone with a clearer mind needs to take control of the situation.
You might have to put them in a safe place and make sure they get help.
You might have to take away the car keys.
You need to make sure they take their medication.
You might need to turn off the household gas.
You may have to put special locks on the door so they can’t wander off.
Or you may just need to keep an eye out to make sure they don’t do something dangerous.
But there’s one thing you don’t do.
YOU DON’T MAKE HIM OR HER THE FRIGGING PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!!!
In almost all TV cop shows and movies, the bad guy, usually a mad psychotic, a mad genius or a mad psychotic genius, is always one step ahead of the good guys.
For at least the first half of the show, the good guys keep getting caught in the bad guy’s traps.
Or (and?) the bad guy keeps escaping at the last minute.
Inevitably, at some point (usually about halfway through the show) the chief good guy says: “We’re constantly playing catch up. We gotta get ahead of this guy.”
This is when someone on the team, usually the brilliant but nerdy computer expert, finds a tidbit of information that enables the good guys to capture or kill the bad guy. The end. Stay tuned after the break for scenes from next week’s episode.
Three years after his inauguration, we’ve learned a few things:
- As bad as we all thought 45 would be, it’s a thousand times worse.
- His “illness” is contagious. We should have known that from all the other deranged leaders who’ve led their followers to suicide. Somehow, we forgot when it went national.
He is the one writing all these insane executive orders even when every sane member of his cabinet (are there any sane ones left?) screams “NO NO, don’t DO that!” Naturally, he has dumped all the nay-sayers as soon as they said nay. You just don’t say “NO” to El Gigantico Egotistico.
We are living in a very bad Reality Show and are in the final quarter of what is either the final quarter of the show or the closing of the first half. The media are constantly playing catch up. They continue to react to every insane tweet and blatant lie. Every horrific executive order. This is not going to work. The press has to get ahead of him. We don’t need a brilliant but nerdy computer genius to do it.
He obsessively watches cable news. He then goes off on a twitter rant over whatever it is that he sees. This includes his own impeachment. Rumors to the contrary notwithstanding, I doubt he even understands what it’s all about having never read the constitution or anything else.
The point: “Is The President of the United States Mentally Ill?”
That by itself should be sufficient to take him out of office. Crimes and lies aside, he is not capable of running this country.
The current resident of the Oval Office is a textbook case of Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Antisocial Personality Disorder (yes, you can have multiple personality disorders at the same time). He might well also be a socio (or psycho) path. Who can tell?
This is something both my wife and I are intimately familiar with. Both of our exes suffered from the former. Here is a test sample question from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. The DSM-V.
Any of that sound familiar?
If THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES IS MENTALLY ILL, he should be removed from office. Going under the assumption that impeachment won’t work, whoever is nominated needs to make it very clear that this insane man should not be president of this or anything else.
We gotta get ahead of this guy.
Dawn on Ogunquit beach. It was about 4:30 in the morning when I dragged my body from the bed, threw some clothing on including long sleeves, long pants, and socks. Not because it was so cold. It was a warm September, but I had already discovered that the mosquitoes are voracious in those early hours.
At first, the beach was completely empty, but gradually as it got closer to daylight, there were runners and strollers. Couples hand-in-hand … but apparently only one photographer. Everyone else stayed close to the incoming tide and many walked in the water.
I was looking for a wider view, so I stayed back. The farther you are from the water, the worse the mosquitoes become. I think I may have been the only “live one” on the scene.
First, all things petty, but maybe not so petty includes the money we need to replace our creaky old furnace (about $8000, but we can get a 7-year interest free loan and an $800 deduction from our electric company) and the vast amount required to fix Bonnie’s teeth — $800 is way beyond our means. One of Garry’s teeth also needs repair and that’s only HALF what they want to fix Bonnie’s teeth.
The toilet in the main bathroom cracked and has to be fixed. Not one of those things that can wait, either. More debt when I was so hoping we’d get a few months off trying to collect some buckaroos to fix all the rest of the stuff that needs repair. Paying all this stuff off should be very interesting. I refuse to try to find out what might be wrong with me. It might be expensive.
I wonder if we are going to get a tax refund? We sure could use one! Now to the questions:
1. To what age would you like to live?
Until life has nothing left to offer me or I haven’t the ability to enjoy it. I’m not sure what that means, but I think I’ll know it when it arrives.
2. To what mystery do you wish you knew the answer?
Why has the world become so icky and unpleasant? Here I was, struggling along, trying to make do on whatever we have and suddenly there’s a plunge into chaotic fascism with which I’m pretty sure I had no part in creating. But maybe I’m just fooling myself. We all think we are innocent because we didn’t do anything officially or legally wrong, only to discover that our inaction WAS the problem. Sadly, I’m too old to fix it.
I will be proudly supportive of the fixers, but I don’t think I’ll be one of them, except as a soft-spoken cheerleader.
3. Does absolute power corrupt absolutely?
4. What outdoor activity haven’t you tried, but would like to?
A ride in a hot-air balloon would be very pleasant. I’ve done a small bit of gliding and that was fun. I love flying, so a balloon sounds a lot like flying or maybe floating on air.
5. Please free free to share some gratitude from your world!
We have a second toilet.
Last night, I was gritting my teeth over the Senate Impeachment travesty and another household repair issue. The tank on the toilet in our primary bathroom cracked just hours after Marilyn had workers back to redo problems on our new shower. All this while we’re figuring out how to pay for a newer version of our 31-year-old oil burner, the baseball sign-stealing scandal, the recent bitterly cold winter, never-ending begathon calls from political candidates, not to mention marathon barkathons from our furry kids, I was ready for the cuckoos’ nest. (Yes, I know this is exhibit A of a run-on sentence.)
I opted for the MLB Channel and Ken Burns’ “Baseball’ series. Marilyn had bought me the boxed DVD series but this was running, so I tuned in. We got the 1960s episode. As only Burns, Lynn Novak and company can do it, it was a Ph.D. on the good, bad, and ugly of the 60s which remain etched in most of our memories. Certainly, it’s etched in mine since I was in the middle of many of its biggest stories.
The Curt Flood saga is always good to see. I think most people don’t remember Flood’s contribution to the game and the price he paid for going up against the establishment. Today’s free agents and their agents should be forever grateful to Curt Flood and maybe send him a cut of their deals.
It was also good to see Casey and his Amazin’ Mets. I had the good luck to be a young newsie, covering Casey, Marvelous Marv, Elio Chacon and those loveable, bumbling guys who would blossom into Seaver and the ’69 World Champs. I loved seeing Casey, the 70+ loveable legend who gave me some of the funniest interviews ever. I usually forgot the question I asked as Casey continued talking in Stengelese –10 minutes or more, uninterrupted.
The eulogies to Ebbets Field, the Polo Grounds, Shibe Park and other ancient stadiums paving the way for domed stadiums and fake grass would make another great post.
Profiles on Sandy Koufax (what a handsome dude), Stan Musial, Earl Weaver, Frank Robinson, Jim Palmer, Ty Cobb (his last days, never to be mourned at this address), Marvin Miller, Yaz, and Bob Gibson were so well done. Bob Costas, the perennial Boy Scout with the great pipes and memories of the game — and Billy Crystal, The Yankee fan, recollecting the flight of the Dodgers and demise of Ebbets Field.
Then it was time for my bedroom movie. Robert Mitchum in his 1975, “Farewell, My Lovely.” I’d seen it first run in the movies and didn’t fully appreciate Mitch. I thought he was too old.
Time makes all the difference. Last night’s viewing was a revelation. Mitch was perfect as the aging, tired, down-on-his-luck private eye. He brought a new meaning to world-weary. He was the best Phillip Marlowe of them all. His narration of the film was an added delight. I listened carefully to the narration. A lesson for would-be narrators or audiobook performers.
Although in color, director Dick Richards used washed out hues to give it a film noir look. It should’ve been in B&W – but I guess the AVCO Embassy suits nixed the idea. Mitchum’s work was masterful and now is in my top five ratings of his body of work.
John Ireland was sublimely good as Mitch’s cop pal. Ditto the rest of the cast including Harry Dean Stanton, Sylvia Miles (Oscar-winning best-supporting actress), Charlotte Rampling, Anthony Zerbe, and a young Sly Stallone.
I waited for and enjoyed Mitch’s weary line to Ireland. “Dave, why is it that everything I touch turns to shit?” Mitch gave a Tom Selleck mega-sigh and Ireland stares at him with compassion. Great scene.
What a guy!