Karmic Gold

A fascinating week.

Omarosa has done more than steal focus. She has injected a fresh dose of hope into the spiraling, evolving, perhaps way-too-optimistic mix. That she is on the verge of trumping Trump with his own tactics is Shakespearian rich — a karmic gold mine spiced with the notion that this version of Lady Macbeth might channel Shylock. What can be better than this form of devious revenge?

If only the current folly was just a dream in midsummer, rather than the nightmare that it is.

At any rate:

Is Trump a racist?

Is he a bigot, a charlatan, a con man, an asshole, a serial liar who lacks any sense of moral fiber?

Are these trick questions?

But in my view, the issue is no longer Trump. It's the vast throng of elected enablers, as well as those who identify themselves as being in Trump's base, where, apparently, myopia has reached crisis levels.

The elected Republicans in Congress who continue to look the other way with each of Trump's attacks on decency are digging a deeper pit for themselves. These folks are not just on the wrong side of history, they are creating it, hook, line and sinkers.

Power above party and most certainly country. That level of arrogant greed does not suggest there is a rainbow at the end of this storm.

It's not a stretch to predict that eventually Trump's incendiary tactics will produce an epic catastrophe. The war on the media, for instance, is a first-rate example of blaming the messenger in advance, that under no circumstances will CNN, The Washington Post or The New York Times tell the truth. If the "news" is anti-Trump, it is fake. And we've been asked by our petulant, orange-hued menace that we should believe him and only him.

Isn't it amazing how Trump's supporters refuse to see this tyrant in his ill-fitting nudie suit for what he is? Hans Christian Anderson must be humming Chuck Berry while rolling over in his grave, eager to tell Tchaikovsky (and the rest of us) the news.

Have you ever seen a human being with so little regard for others, and even less for animals?

One of the more salient aspects of "human" nature is that most of us crave association with a pet, most commonly a dog and/or cat, who give unconditionally and ultimately take so little.

What kind of person despises these engaging, honest creatures? One that likely has difficulty with projecting any of those traits because he lacks them himself. When everything  is scam/sham/thank you ma'am, it's hard to trust someone will "care" for you unless you pay them.

One of the infinite joys of getting to know a new friend, be it canine or feline, is the discovery of its habits that make that "personality" unique. I believe it's one of the most compelling rabbit holes that exist ... because part of that "discovery" reveals as much about you as it does your new associate —  each day you wish he/she could speak as loud verbally as it does with its actions. But the actions are plenty, aren't they? In fact, the actions are the truth.

I find it impossible to trust anyone who despises animals. Trump's well-known disdain for pets reveals just how shallow, heartless, cruel, self-absorbed, and morally bankrupt he is.

i also find it impossible to like anyone who lacks a keen sense of humor.

Laughter and a purring cat go a long, long way to help make a part of what is so wrong just a bit better.

Of course, the genre of pet I'd love to send to the White House is as reptilian as the creature who occasionally stays there when bored with golf and fast food.

The one difference, obviously, is that one type of flesh-consuming carnivore was born in the muck, and has little choice. The corporate upside for an alligator is a "fresh start" as a pair of shoes, a belt or even a suitcase. Not exactly a shrewd career move.

Meanwhile, another inhabitant of the slime craves junk food, over-cooked sirloin with ketchup, and in spite of what he tweets, has no intention whatsoever of either draining, fixing, or even leaving his "natural" habitat.

"Swamp Thing. 

You make my heart sing.

You make everything ..."