As the clock runs down on this election year, I put myself in the shoes of a highly visible public figure and well understand the desire to protect one’s privacy.
Every aspect of your life is on display. How you wear your hair; your nails and emails; your pallor. It’s a boundary issue. What you chose to reveal (or keep under your collar).
A clamoring public demands to know all. You must appear heroic and stoic and hold nothing back. Yet Paparazzi eyes are everywhere — waiting in ambush to catch any momentary surprise or compromise.
Your foe wages war with words. You hear crescendos of innuendos, projections and deceptions. Politics is such a dirty business. You can pander and slander anyone, while a faithful lynch mob slips the knot.
Theater of the Absurd starring the Crook, the Thief, a Lowlife, and Liar, there’s entertainment for all ... but no smoking gun. Even Colin Powell says Benghazi Banzai was a "stupid witch hunt."
When the clock strikes one, you give it your best shot. Put on your high-heal sneakers and your bullet-proof vest. Hillary, pillory, schlock.
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch
ReplyDeleteThe band is playing "Dixie", a man got his hand outstretched
Could be the FÅhrer
Could be the local priest
You know sometimes Satan, you know he comes as a man of peace.
It's never about the facts. Facts just make people angry and when they're proved wrong they just reformulate what they said so it looks like they won. We've gone self-destructive and there's nobody to put America on a suicide watch. Embrace the horror. He's a one man apocalypse in a fright wig. He's all four horses at once. He's the Satan inside us all, the cancer in the national scrotum, the worm in the blood.
He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue
He knows every song of love that ever has been sung
Good intentions can be evil
Both hands can be full of grease
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
We are the Trump Men
We are the Stuffed men
Leaning together
Heads filled with lies alas.
The horror.
It's never about the facts. Facts just make people angry and when they're proved wrong they just reformulate what they said so it looks like they won.
ReplyDeleteTis true. Folks do not like to be told they are wrong. Regardless of facts.
Good intentions can be evil
Both hands can be full of grease
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Selling peace they bring conflict to the next level.
We are the Trump Men
We are the Stuffed men
Leaning together
Heads filled with lies alas.
With great bluster, wishing to muster, they simply bring true conservatism to its knees
I've given up. What does it matter? Half of America wants to "Make America Great Again". As if any of them has the slightest concept of what that really means.
Sigh... Time for a craft brew.