Sunday, August 3, 2025

President Spoiled Seed Builds His Ballroom

 

Mad Dog can imagine having lunch with President Obama, or with Franklin Delano Roosevelt, or with Theodore Roosevelt or even, with President Lincoln.

It's all in imagination, of course. Mad Dog reads lots of biography and history. Really the only stuff Mad Dog reads now--no fiction for Mad Dog.

History and biography are not really "non fiction;" they are not intentionally "fiction," but they are also imaginings.



The only President Mad Dog ever met was President George H.W. Bush, at a party, and as was true of every politician Mad Dog was ever introduced to, it was a shadow dance: you never had the sense you had actually been anything more than a shadow crossing the celebrity's face.

Mad Dog's wife met President Bill Clinton and he focused on her eyes and spoke with her about something she could not remember afterwards, but she said she had sexual fantasies for about a week. THAT, at least, was what most of us would call a "human connection."

But hard as he tries, Mad Dog cannot quite imagine what meeting Trump would be like. 



Well, Mad Dog CAN imagine it, because he thinks he grew up knowing guys like Trump. 

There was always a boy in one school or another, who wasn't really present, psychologically, among the cohort of students. We, who were a band of brothers, connected by some common experience--a baseball team, or a wrestling team--where we suffered defeats and exulted in victories together, we were important to each other. 



But there was always this one guy among us, who was physically present in the group, but not spiritually with us. We weren't important to him. His father, his family might have been important to him, but not us. And somehow, Mad Dog sensed, that boy was alone, even in his family.

In "Band of Brothers" that would have been Lt. Dyke, who asks Lipton about where he comes from, but before Lipton can even answer, Dyke has wandered off, uninterested.

And Mad Dog knew people like that--simply not present, not involved, not part of the group. And part of that was because he was never very good at whatever we were doing. If it was pickup football, he might have had a head to toe uniform, while we wore scraps of a helmet and shoulder pads, whatever we could assemble, but when the ball was snapped, he was just pushed to the ground while the play ran over him. He didn't care, because he wasn't really there, psychologically.



He usually didn't say much, and he was always hunched forward, as if he might be edging into a group where he didn't really belong.

Mad Dog would catch glimpses of characters in films who had glimmers of the essence of this bad seed:  Fredo, the hapless Corleone brother, who never had the steel of Michael, or the raw exuberance of Sonny, the brother who flitted on the periphery, the brother who could not even hold his gun well enough to get a shot off as assassins shot his father. He was part of the family, but alone in it.



Or King Joffrey, of Game of Thrones. A poltroon, whose sadism sprang from deep seated cowardice.



Donald J. Trump really, Mad Dog senses, is not interested in being President--he loves gold ornaments, gold embellishments, and he wants to throw parties where he is center of attention and, possibly, adulation. Thus Mar-a-largo and now the Grand Ballroom at the White House.



Mad Dog cannot imagine Donald Trump dreaming about moving a crowd to tears or exultation with rhetoric. Donald Trump would never dream of delivering a Gettysburg Address because Donald Trump could never appreciate what made that speech so great, or what such words could mean to other people.

Trump has never read enough to develop a sense of self--because that comes, at least in part, from a sense of other people. 

Would you have the exuberance of a Teddy Roosevelt, the fundamental, grounded decency of a Lincoln, born of a hard life of many sorrows? You cannot really become yourself unless you are willing to examine other people, to try to imagine yourself facing their challenges, imagine how you would like to think you would respond in their place.

Which is not to say Mr. Trump cannot read a room: He knows enough about other people to know what they resent, what buttons can be pushed.

But you cannot really hope to lead other men until you have seen in other men qualities you yourself can only emulate, but never achieve.

Mad Dog could never do what he saw cardiac surgeons do in the operating room. But, if Mad Dog were President, he'd know what qualities he'd be looking for in other people, because, over time, he's collected a full catalogue of things he can see and admire in others.

But Donald Trump has never done, never been able to do that. He looks out from his corner, from his dark table at the Washington Correspondents Dinner, and he does not learn, he only cowers and seethes. 

He does not know what good is. He burns with resentment, fear and loathing. He does not, fundamentally, really like other people. And, assuredly, he is no fan of himself.

He thought he had found something good in Jeffrey Epstein, Mad Dog is guessing, but, of course all Donald saw in Epstein was pathology masquerading as confidence, and possibly a sense of what it meant to have a good time.

Jeffrey made Donald feel valued, Mad Dog is thinking. They were "pals." And what "pals" meant Mad Dog must leave to the imagination of the reader.



 

It might have been like Mo Green and Fredo:  Mo Green provided Fredo with a playground, and treated him well, but that did not end well for Mo. And Fredo was left saying, "Well, isn't this swell? I have everything now. So why am I not happy? That is a secret I share with Mo."

It's possible you can never know another man's motivations completely. 


But sometimes, you can see enough of a man to know when you are staring through an empty vessel.






Saturday, August 2, 2025

Kill the Messanger

 

So the news from the Bureau of Labor Statistics about unemployment was so bad Donald Trump fired the head of that agency.

The news could not be that bad, he reasoned.

So she must be a pinko, Commie, leftist, elitist, Trump hating civil servant and off with her head!



She also is not blonde and her hair is short, so what is she doing working for the government anyway?

Erika McEntarfer, former head of BLS


There are lots of government employees in the weather service (where their work can be corrected with a marker on a map), in the department of agriculture (where they occasionally have to give bad news to a farmer that his herd is infected with Mad Cow Disease, and it has to be slaughtered to prevent Americans who would eat the contaminated meat dying horrible deaths 20 years from now), at the CDC, where news of a pandemic might unsettle the American public, not to mention the markets.

So, Mr. Trump has learned his lesson: if bad news arrives, simply kill the messenger and deny the news.

Paul Krugman predicted some time ago there would be no bad news about the economy because Trump would simply fire everyone who could deliver any.

Paul Krugman


And maybe create your own good news: IV bleach beats COVID 19 every time and maybe horse worm medicine, too.

What? Me Worry?


No wonder Mr. Trump smiles so much. He never hears a bad word. Well, until he does, then he simply sues or fires someone.


Thursday, July 31, 2025

Sydney Sweeney Goes All Eugenic? Or Is this Simply "Sweeney Erect?"

 

So, the 27 year old actress, Sydney Sweeney, writhes alluringly through an American Eagle ad for blue jeans, and rasps out in a voice which sounds almost post coital, or possibly pre-coital, "My jeans are blue," and the internet erupts that she is now advocating for eugenics (blue eyes good/brown eyes bad) and "Nazi propaganda!"



Mad Dog had never heard of the fetching Ms. Sweeney, but very much enjoyed the ad, and having nothing in particular against blue eyes, or genes for blue eyes, was gobsmacked that anyone could possibly see this arousing ad in any way political.

But, then again, we have a lunatic fringe of easily offended and shocked people who have access to the internet in this country. Apparently, this crowd is a powder keg waiting to explode with any spark, or simply, to embrace another metaphor, living on the edge of a cliff where even mild breezes may push them off.

But, after all, the ad WAS NOT inclusive (no brown eyes shown) nor was it equitable (no Black or Brown actresses) nor was it diverse (only one actress.)

Not only that, because it focused on, or at least gave a glimpse of Ms. Sweeney's decolletage, it was anti-feminist, as it objectified woman as simply mammary delights for unenlightened men who see women simply as sex objects.

AND she is blonde! (How Third Reich-ian!)

An Affront to DEI! But Gotta Love Her


Everyone knows blue eyed blondes are simply, ipso facto, Nazis!

Anyone who has ever read about the eugenics advocates of the 1920's would have to laugh at the outrage from those who find subtle messages in what was in, and what was not in, this commercial. If there was one thing eugenicists were not, they were not subtle.

New Hampshire (Blonde) Howl


Breeding human beings for the best traits to breed a population with superior traits was very much what eugenicists and their crowd (which included Theodore Roosevelt and Oliver Wendel Holmes) were all about. 

They had "most beautiful baby" contests at town fairs to celebrate the best traits in babies--blonde blue eyed would not have been a disqualifier.

Blonde with a Cross


Google Francis Galton and J.H. Kellogg (yes, THAT Kellogg) and the Race Betterment Foundation--which, spoiler alert was not about improving the race by eating better cereals.

Blonde By Choice


So, once again, we have a whacko element on the left, well not really on the left because it is so far off the spectrum it has circled around to what might be called the space cadet rim,  which only makes Trump and the rabid MAGA crowd look less extreme.

Here's the ad:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzVYyDehMUY

                 

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Trump's Free Qatar Lunch

 

So Qatar gave Donald Trump a "free airplane." 



It will belong to him--although it may be called "Air Force One" it will not pass on to his successor--it will somehow become part of his "presidential library." (Libraries really are spiffing up.)

It will first go to Texas where a top secret facility will strip it down to the joists and then rebuild it at a cost of...well, that's classified--the failing New York Times says $934 million--but apparently the money will come out of a government allotment meant for upgrading and repairing and maintaining nuclear missile silos--what could be more important than doing that work? Well, getting Mr. Trump an airplane for his private use.

And this is not a bribe from the Qatar government to Mr. Trump, you understand because, well, nothing Mr. Trump does while he is in the office of the President can be illegal or unethical or bribery because the Supreme Court Mr. Trump appointed says so. So Justices Thomas, Alito, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh and Barrett think it's just fine for Mr. Trump to take a bribe, oh, sorry, not a bribe, a gift which helps him conduct the business of his office, which is enriching himself, and setting up his post White House career.



This America, man.

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Don't Take Him Literally. Don't take him Seriously. Don't Take Him At All

 So, it's come down to this.

Donald Trump is not just from Professional "Wrestling," where everyone understands the "wrestlers" are not really wrestling, where they are not really hitting each other or landing on each other--we can see all that. It's all just for fun. He IS that grotesque not to be thought of as real. He's simply the theater of the absurd. Just a spectacle. Nothing real.



As Peter Baker said in his Washington Post article:

"OK, so President Trump’s name is in the Jeffrey Epstein files. But who put it there? Could it possibly have been Barack Obama from his prison cell? Or a tranquilized Hillary Clinton? Oh wait, maybe it was etched onto the documents by Joe Biden’s magical autopen."





So, there's no there there.

It's a willful suspension of disbelief.

Even his most brain dead fans are in on the joke.

He calls the Chairman of the Federal Reserve "stupid," which manifestly Jerome Powell is not. He may be a lot of things, but the one thing Powell is not, is stupid. And in the next breath Mr. Trump asks, "Who was dumb enough to appoint that guy head of the Fed?"  Uh, (tug on Trump's sleeve) That was you who appointed Mr. Powell. 

Oh, well, don't take Trump literally.

Trump accuses a former President of treason, a former rival of being "crooked," or small or "sleepy" or "low energy."

Certainly, one thing you cannot accuse Mr. Trump of is being "low energy." He's always spewing. Nothing halting about him, but plenty that's lame. 

He has never really been anything different.

The wonder is not Trump. It's his fans. 

What is with his fans?



They see in him whatever they want to see: He is the champion of Israel, protector of the Jews, defender of the Evangelicals, thwarter of abortionists, the magician who transformed the Supreme Court from woke to Inquistion star chamber (true that), macho man who wants more concussions in the NFL, and wants the Redskins to be guilty but alive again, irresistible seducer of women,


They All Want Him!


 grinning good ol' boy, blonde Nordic Wagnerian hero of the Ring trilogy, champion of white trash, uneducated who was himself, a brilliant student at an Ivy League school who has "all the best words."

He is the ultimate American berserk. 



He is our dark demons, not our better angels. 



He is the king of devastation, master of mayhem, the Amazing Hulk. 



Oh, how we'll miss him when he's gone.



Friday, July 25, 2025

Distraction 101: Epstein? No Obama!

 

One thing about the digital age and Artificial Intelligence (AI) is it is easier to see what's coming: the algorithm is plainly visible. 



For example: I say, "Epstein/Trump" then the algorithm directs you to "Obama/Biden."

And, if prices go up following tariffs under Trump, then you get, "It's Biden's fault!"

Or, if Jeffrey Epstein's affair with Trump is the headline, then you get "It's Obama's fault!" or "What about Obama?He tried to steal the election!"

Or, if Ukraine suffers a Russian bombing after America abandons defending democracy, it's "Leftist, elitists antisemites want to abandon Israel and the Jews!"



At least the electronic flow seems to have shoved "It's Hillary's fault" and "What about Vince Foster" lower down in the chain of dribble. So that's something.

And when mention is made of the great steal in the big beautiful bill giving huge windfalls to the billionaires and driving up prices of eggs for the middle class, well that's all just, wait for it, "Ivy league elitist, leftist, antisemitic, communist Democrat" talk.

"Evidence" is by links to websites of unimpeachable integrity, like QANON, The Storm Front, Infowars, The Coming Apocalypse, The War Room, and sometimes, The Joe Rogan Experience. 

Mad Dog is waiting for new unimpeachable sites with better names like: Huge Biceps and Delts, Shaved Scrotal Truth, Musk Scent, Testosterone Surplus, Predator Predilections, Champion Bloodlines and all like that.

We now can see the algorithmic pathway from "If Trump shot someone on Fifth Avenue" to "Then Obama made him do it!" or "It was really Obama!" or "It was the Clinton/Obama/Biden/Democrat cabal," or "He was in fear for his life--Just look at his Ear!"




Predictability is something markets and political institutions crave and need, and the predictability of these algorithmic pathways offers balance, stability.

It, of course, can get tedious, as any mention of climate change goes straight to "Chinese plot" and floods to "Biblical apocalypse--Obama's fault."



But, at least we can see what's coming. 



Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Curiouser and Curiouser: An Odacious Claim!

 

Dominatrix Donald posted a video--a Deep Fake AI product--showing him sitting in a gold chair and laughing as President Obama is wrestled away, arrested by some sunglass wearing men in dark suits, in the Oval Office.



Stephen Colbert showed this to his audience and there was a momentary stunned silence, not because anyone thought this video was anything other than bogus, phony an obvious fake, but because the Donald posted it. Because Donald seemed to think it was somehow effective, in some way, to some purpose.




What was he thinking?



And Colbert reacted, in what could have been a spontaneous expostulation, just as Mad Dog did: "What the Fuck is Wrong with this guy?"

Colbert got a little more analytical:

“Whenever Trump is backed into a corner, he needs to change the subject and throw red meat to the carnivorous base. And their favorite cut is filet of Obama.”



And we all move on.

Clearly, Trump has never gotten over being humiliated by Obama at the White House Correspondents' dinner.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeGpLg0b3DE&t=9s

Obama, of course, is everything Trump could never in a hundred years be: He is poised, articulate, suave, urbane and genuinely funny, not to mention, physically, he is lean and sinewy and played basketball to relax. A three star general spoke on the Seacoast about his meeting with Obama and he mentioned, rather unplanned, how physically impressive Obama is in person.  He radiates strength, agility and sinewy vitality, or did when he was in the White House.

Trump is, of course, corpulent, hunched, painfully unathletic. His sport is golf although he might do photo ops for tennis. He is that species of rich boy whose father bought him all the best equipment, a football uniform all decked out, but he simply was not a player, could not take a hit and was all show, no sinew.

Trump kept insisting his "investigation" of Obama's "fake birth certificate" had uncovered incriminating and disqualifying evidence Obama was not born in Hawaii but rather Kenya, but of course, this was all a bald faced lie. Obama waited for the perfect moment to reply--the WHC dinner--and when he did it was with devasting effect.  The withering disdain was wrapped in laughter and Trump simply hunched over and had to take it.

But now, Trump is trying to respond.

Like so many of his trolls, Trump thinks if you shout, "You're a doo-doo face!" or its equivalent, that will make your target just fall over dead or immobilized. "You're a left wing, arrogant, elitist" will function as a paralyzing sting from a jelly fish. 

Which leaves an educated person somewhat at a loss. 

You've been trained to listen to argument, consider the evidence presented, analyze its weaknesses and present evidence of your own, but what do you do with "You're a doo-doo face!"



Or with a fake video of the arrest of Obama, a dreamscape of a mind turned to, or revealed to be, mush.