The Orange Bullyboy Plays President for Ratings

There are several items in the news which just will not move along through my brain. Every time I send them on their way, they come back around. I’m beginning to suspect that they’re all related but it is puzzling to me how that could possibly be. If it weren’t for these stories echoing in my “Take a Look at This - NOW” news feed, I’d have sworn that coincidences sent from somewhere in the Matrix is as good a theory for strange happenings as butterfly wings flapping in the Yellow River basin. But there it was, a couple of back-to-back strange happenings and I, obviously, just had to add up the column of unrelated crazy sounding shit to come up with a question. One, I’m either afraid to answer or I’m afraid I know, and just don’t want to look at something that dreary.

The first thing in this list is the fact that everyone everywhere had a fit about Joe acting and reacting as an 80-year-old-man with volumes of knowledge he would like to share but is being interrupted by what a lot of folks call a spoiled kid. Think about it. That Orange Bully Boy was spinning out his greatest hits of the last four years. Nothing in the entire tirade was true, much less real. The time given to each candidate to respond was not sufficient to answer one of the multiple lies the Orange Bullyboy spewed out in his allotted time. He had obviously been coached to appeal to the ratings gods by power barfing nationally-shared Tin Hat descriptions of reality. The most popular stories mostly have points that very few people can agree to overall, but there are other single points in many stories that lots and lots of people accept as true. Those people seem to have a common denominator. They’re attractive to drowning politicians. They’re the proverbial straw a campaign taking on water clings to.

So, I have to question why the CNN moderators were gagged while an Orange Bullyboy regurgitated an entire litany of Dantesque nightmare scenes, any one of which could have been directed by Stephen King as master of the macabre. All his “debate” was little more, okay maybe a little less than, any braggadocious and unfulfilled by life, Grumpy Old Guy with nothing to do and a fear of having lost his way, griping about the unfairness of not getting a second chance. At least Joe knows what reality is. The Orange BullyBoy doesn’t have a clue, guys. Give it up. He can’t find reality to talk about it.

But wait, the media did not mention any of that. Wonder why that is, I muse to myself? Why indeed?

Alternate “Facts,” Another Word for Lies

But the media did “report” on Joe being overwhelmed by a barrage of alternate facts we non uppity folks just call lies. We lack the sophistication to name things with two dollar words when a two cent word is more than enough. You know, a lie by any other name is a Republican vote, right? So, I now have this other whole set of questions. Why did the media beat up on Joe, who is doing a great job by the way, his stats are superstar-level for all Presidents of all ages so far. So, why would the media trash talk that man and kiss the dishonest man’s behind?

I don’t know that answer, but the first thing that happened as a result of the media coverage was that Joe’s people all turned on him. I don’t know about you but I was all, WTF are you people doing????? Do any of you faithful servants to the party have a brain that is in use? Would a Republican betray his leader even if his leader was a convicted felon? Of course they wouldn’t, but you sons of a bitches are betraying your leader because he’s been convicted by the media of being 80-years-old and tired because he was working? I have a question. What are you frightened little party hacks thinking with? You know, too much ayahuasca can affect your brain, right? Might be good to take a little time off microdosing shrooms, too. Maybe skip a year of hallucinating to give your brain a chance to catch up with reality? What could it hurt? You might even be able to find your way back to the task at hand?

Media is reality, you say. Well, damn, if I didn’t miss that one. But doesn’t Media rely on ratings as a measure of their success? Are you saying that the liberal leaders of the Democratic Party are worried about ratings? Ratings? Not accomplishment? But then that next news item kind of tugs on my mental sleeve. I don’t know that my mental actually has sleeves, but it sounds slick. Anyway, I heard this tape of the Orange Bullyboy explaining to a dutiful and compliant reporter-lite person, that ratings are everything. To illustrate his point, he claimed that NBC would give him any show he wanted because he could pull the best ratings, ratings like no one has ever seen before, beautiful ratings. And so on. See, to the Orange Bullyboy, ratings are everything. He thinks his Presidency was perfect because of the ratings he generated then worshiped? Ratings are his guiding light? Wow, just wow.

That statement and the shocking truth of it set me back on my heels. Does this mean that we are fighting to assume Bridgerton accents or Bluey accents? I suppose, if we are oriented toward social justice as liberal cause, we would adopt a fictional 19th-century English accent, especially if we were trying to convince ourselves that we care about black lives, for example. All others are learning to say things to sound authentically Australian while being as fair to some imagined cause celebre as possible. Since ratings matter, his Bluey-ists are all bent out of shape because Joe is working pretty damned hard for a man his age. Who’s going to believe that crap, right? Well, listen up, here’s some straight goody, hold the malarkey. There are lots of people who are simply amazed that the man still gets up every day and works for the nation. Not for himself but for the nation. But you know what? That does not get ratings. Well Joe, I don’t know how many of us there are, but everybody with in any common horse sense be singing dem Old Man Doin’ His Thang Blueies and I have this suspicion that they kind of like that tune. It’s one they all sing every damned day. They get up and work hard and get things done. What has that Orange Bullyboy ever gotten done other than to brag on himself?

Well, he has done something stupendous. He’s reduced politics, you know the business of running the government of the United States, down to the idea that ratings equals dollars to be scammed. Nothing transactional in that, now is there? We don’t need alliances, we don’t need trading partners, we don’t need fiscal programs that actually work. Hell, all we need is for Orange Bullyboy to drive inflation through the roof by reducing the work force and taxing us all for buying products made outside of our tribal lands. What’s next? Women deciding if they want a baby and with whom? People with divided sexual focus syndrome (aka gay, shhh), getting married and paying taxes as a couple? College kids protesting? Guaranteed living wages? Aww, come on man, you know that ain’t never going to happen. Golden Bullyboy doesn’t need policy, he needs ratings. The media is going to give him ratings because he says batshit crazy things. Batshit crazy earns ratings, isn’t that right 6B? So he wants to be king. Look the other way and be entertained. Who cares? You know, for him to be king he can’t let you ever get even a little bit ahead. If he does, you might want to be king yourself. That is always extremely dangerous for a King even when the King is fully dressed. If you know what I mean.

This blog was first published on July 13, 2024.

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