Voters listened. They spoke. Three times they gave Republicans a majority in the House to repeal Obamacare. Twice voters gave Republicans a majority in the Senate to repeal Obamacare. Then one time Donald Trump spoke to voters much like this past week he talked to fifty-five Arab leaders in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia reminding them about their very important responsibilities they have neglected for far too long. To voters before election day in November candidate Trump said:
Before Moses met God in the Middle East he spied a bush burning in the wilderness, perhaps not so unusual, except it kept burning and burning. The flames remained strong and bright. If anything, they stretched higher as if to wrest his attention out of him, “Hey dummy, what are you waiting for. You’ve got to check this out.” He headed that way, taking his time at first, figuring the bush would soon be consumed. If the fire died out, he could be quickly on his way without a several mile detour.
Even Fair and Balanced: Fox News that is, according to a Harvard study is practicing the art of insinuation 52% of the time when it comes to its President Trump coverage. Would your local channel’s News at Five report live from a vehicle accident scene if no damaged vehicles were present? If a lack of evidence assured reporters on scene and producers in studio a wreck had never occurred? Of course not. Howie Kurtz does. So also Chris Wallace, John Roberts and others at Fox News. And of course most every anchor on CNN and MSNBC report the nonexistent, insinuations ninety-one to ninety-three percent of the time according to the same Harvard study.
A scripture reads, “Peace I bring to you, peace not as the world gives….” A similar peace the world gives was parodied in Miss Congeniality and Groundhog Day. Sandra Bullock quipped the obligatory “and world peace” during the pageant’s can the contestant think and talk while maintaining political correctness segment. Bill Murray wooed Andie MacDowell with repeated, quite insincere “and world peace,” pleas, day after day after day. Both occasions belie the seriousness of those who tout world peace with the likelihood world peace is but a pipe dream. World peace is to peace what Utopia is to civil society: unattainable.
This is not a “Once upon a time” tale. It really happened. A young man ventured out into the world and realized very soon it was necessary for him to make a living or he would be “at the mercy” of those who were much smarter than he was. He joined the journalism circus and learned various skills of the trade, became most adept at ventriloquism: the art of insinuation and innuendo. His name is Washington Post. As the story goes he later learned another skill, hot air balloonist. While out and about in his balloon one lazy afternoon he was carried aloft by winds “with a mind of their own” across a vast desert to a make believe world we know of as Oz: the bubble.
The Yellow Brick Road passes through the Land of Oz and the Forest of Bloomenwald. It’s not made of one piece, but of a million parts. No individual owns the Yellow Brick Road, yet one can take possession of what’s at its end. Perhaps the yellow is reminiscent of gold, making it a road of potential promise, richness, fullness. Both roads lead through hazards tending to forgetfulness induced by fields of poppies or woods of psychedelics. Consequently a traveler however strong, courageous, and true might very well not complete his or her journey due to the very calming nature of sleep or an ecstacy laced high.
With 217 aye votes House Republicans under Paul Ryan’s leadership on Thursday afternoon saved Obama’s signature government run healthcare program from almost certain ruin. President Trump’s voters and those who gave Republicans majorities in both houses over three and four different election cycles, those who gave Republicans a mandate to repeal Obamacare, not to resurrect it, subsequently remain burdened with the whims and follies of central planners, guaranteeing a long line of kindly, round faced benefactors, beginning with HHS Secretary Tom Price, will for decades in the future make large and small decisions individual Americans used to make for themselves before free markets were disabused and all but abandoned, bereft of their former usefulness.
We stepped in the door of a local restaurant last evening, immediately noticing metal walkers and several elderly people sitting, waiting to enter the buffet line. We gave our name and party of two information, then sat in the remaining spaces available. I whispered to my wife, “I wonder if heaven’s waiting room will be like this.” Congress came to mind, bills languishing, clinging to spent walkers, tottering; while remembrances of campaign promises to voters were heard fading from victoriously elected Republican Alzheimer-ridden memories.
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This retired window washer now provides instruction on the benefits and perils of time travel through focusing an allegorical lens on the present.