Teetering On The Brink?

I am not a psychologist and have no medical education or knowledge.  However, I know full-blown insanity when I see it.  I know that my daughter would call for an ambulance and police if I ever went on a tirade such as Donald Trump went on yesterday.  I know that the behaviour he exhibited yesterday is dangerous enough for anybody, but when the person who has lost all sense of reality is the leader of a nation with nuclear capability, it is a potentially lethal combination.

In September 2016, Trump, speaking of his opponent Hillary Clinton said …

“I also have a much better temperament than she has. … I think my strongest asset, maybe by far, is my temperament. I have a winning temperament. I know how to win.”

And in January 2018 he tweeted …

“Actually, throughout my life, my two greatest assets have been mental stability and being, like, really smart. Crooked Hillary Clinton also played these cards very hard and, as everyone knows, went down in flames. I went from VERY successful businessman, to top T.V. Star to President of the United States (on my first try). I think that would qualify as not smart, but genius….and a very stable genius at that!”

That “much better” temperament was nowhere in evidence yesterday.  What the world saw yesterday was an unhinged 72-year-old male acting like a two-year-old whose nap was an hour past due.

He stormed into a meeting that was scheduled to discuss infrastructure 15 minutes late, refused to shake hands or be seated, and proceeded to rant for three full minutes before storming back out of the room saying he would not work with democrats as long as they continue to investigate him.  Then, he immediately gave an impromptu 12-minute press conference in the Rose Garden where he claimed that everybody was out to get him, that Jerry Nadler had long been his enemy, and that the Mueller investigation had been a hoax from day one, a ‘failed takedown attempt’.  He bounced from topic to topic with no thread, no cohesion, seemingly no purpose other than to say, “Poor me … nobody likes me”.

Folks, I debated about writing this piece, for my initial thought was that there are far more important things to focus on that the temper tantrum of a spoiled brat.  However, the more I heard, the more I read, the more I pondered, I came to realize just how dangerous our situation has become, and this fit he had yesterday is the symptom of a much more serious problem.

The simple statement that supposedly set him off was spoken by House Speaker Nancy Pelosi …

“We believe that the president of the United States is engaged in a coverup.”

Donald Trump has been digging his own grave on this for months now, he has been acting as guilty as a fox with chicken feathers on his mouth, and it is his own attempts at obfuscation that have led us all to believe he is hiding things.  For the record, I, too, believe that Donald Trump is engaged in a coverup, perhaps one of massive proportions.

I have long said that when Trump feels backed into a corner or threatened, he lashes out without thinking, and I believe that is what is happening.  Just this week, two separate judges have ruled against Trump’s attempts to hide financial records from the investigating congressional committees, and an IRS memo came to light stating in no uncertain terms that the Department of Treasury must turn over the Trump tax returns requested by Congress.  I imagine he feels the walls closing in, but his response, his behaviour, make him look even guiltier than he did to start with, if that’s even possible.

Under other circumstances, it would be prudent for the vice president and majority of the cabinet to declare the president “unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office” under the 25th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, for it appears, even to the casual observer, that he is indeed ‘unable’.  However, today we do not have a vice president nor cabinet members who are particularly concerned with the well-being of the nation, but rather have their own agendas and Trump plays well into their hands.

Meanwhile, two democratic senators, Chris Murphy of Connecticut and Tom Udall of New Mexico pushed for a vote by the Senate Foreign Relations Committee on a proposal that would require congressional approval before US could launch a strike on Iran, but the proposal was shot down in a 13-9 vote.  One republican senator, Rand Paul of Kentucky, voted with democrats in favour of the proposal.  Obviously, there are concerns about Trump overstepping his bounds in dealing with Iran.

I don’t know what the solution is … I wish I did.  But I do know that the ‘man’ in the Oval Office is showing signs of a loss of mental acuity and we should all be concerned.  It seems to me that there are two options here: Invoke the articles of impeachment, for which there is ample justification, though as things currently stand, the likelihood of him being removed from office is slim-to-none.  Or, wait and let him finish digging his own grave.  Ordinarily, I would suggest the latter, for he is doing a fine job of it thus far.  But, under the circumstances, given his antagonism toward Iran, given his erratic decision-making processes, I fear that disaster might strike before he digs that last shovelful.

I think Nancy Pelosi showed just how concerned she is when, after his tirade, she said …

“I pray for the president of the United States. And I pray for the United States of America.”

A Crumbling House — A Story by Filosofa

This is the story of a man named Donnie and his new house.  Donnie had a nice enough house, albeit a bit tacky with gold everywhere you look, even the toilets!Trump-tacky-houseBut one day while playing a game of golf with a friend, the friend said he knew of an even nicer house, a big white house with columns in the front and a huge lawn.  This house had 132 rooms, 35 bathrooms, and 6 levels in the Residence. There were 412 doors, 147 windows, 28 fireplaces, 8 staircases, and 3 elevators.  There was a garden, a solarium, a game room with full-size pool table, and a swimming pool!  Well, Donnie, never satisfied with what he has but always wanting more, became determined to have that house!white houseTurned out that the house was not for sale but was up for a four-year lease. The people who owned the house knew of Donnie’s reputation as rather a nasty, trashy person, and they did not wish to lease the house to him.  But eventually Donnie engaged the help of a rather seedy character named Vlad, and with Vlad’s help, Donnie was able to fool the owners of the white house into leasing the house to him for four years.   Once the people realized how they had been tricked, they were furious, but the lease was a legally binding document and they had little recourse.

Moving day was an exciting day, indeed!  It was January 20th, 2017, and a few people lined the streets to watch Donnie move into his new home.  And for just a while, Donnie was satisfied, Donnie was happy to wander through his new home, proud to have made such a great deal with Vlad.  But then, little things began to bother Donnie, and as has happened all throughout his life, he grew restless.  While out playing golf one day a few months after moving in, Donnie told a group of friends that his new house was “a dump”.  Word got back to the owners who were incensed but hoped that perhaps he would tire of it and move out.

Donnie’s reputation for being a bit trashy was well-deserved, and as time went by, the house began to fall into disrepair.  Now, you must understand that Donnie had been spoiled from the day he was born, had never been held accountable for anything, and had learned early in his life that if something went wrong, it must always be somebody else’s fault, never his own.  So, as little things began to go amiss, Donnie looked around for someone to blame, and when he found a likely candidate, he fired them.  “You’re Fired” became his slogan, it seemed. Trump_Youre_Fired_02

One day one of the toilets became clogged, after Donnie used too much tissue paper, so he fired the entire maintenance crew.  Another day he found ants in his bed, for he had been eating Big Mac hamburgers in his bed, which attracted the ants.  But rather than accept the blame, he fired the entire housekeeping staff.  When a ketchup stain didn’t come out of his shirt, he fired the laundry staff, and when he found mud on the floor from his own shoes, he fired the newest housekeepers.  And so it was that the house was soon in chaos, for although Donnie hired new staff to replace the ones he had fired, the new ones were never quite able to please him, and staff turnover was beyond belief.

Donnie had a temper, and his wife was a cold, arrogant woman.  One day, Donnie was in a rage because he found a fingerprint (his own) on the brass doorknob.  He began throwing things, breaking windows, and screeching like a banshee.  The staff cowered in the kitchen pantry, afraid for their lives.  This house was in total chaos!  When quiet finally resumed, the staff quietly gathered their own belongings, each took a few pieces of silver or a goblet as a memento of this most horrible experience, and they exited, never to return.

falling apart-2The house was destroyed nearly beyond repair, and the owners were horrified at what had become of their beautiful, historic house that had survived many tenants since being built more than two hundred years before.  Never before had such a destructive tenant lived there.  Though it was only two years into Donnie’s four-year lease, the owners were determined to remove him from the house, for it was obvious that the house could not withstand another two years of this tenant.

falling apartWill the people who own the house be able to evict Donnie?  Will the house be able to be repaired?  Or will Donnie have his way and stay in the house until it finally falls down around his ears?  The answer?  Stay tuned, my friends …