The Emperor is Naked and So is the Country
Many have said that Emperor Trump aka that Trump Chump is bare-assed naked no matter how much he tries to drape himself in regal finery. But what the last few years have really shown is the utter moral bankruptcy of the good ol’ U. S. of A.
People ask, “Where did all the hate-mongering white supremacists and Nazis come from?” They came from the same city streets and country roads as you do. They are your brothers and fathers, mothers and sisters. In fact, in some cases, they’re you.
People ask, “Why are we at each other’s throats?” It’s because a small part of the population has had their leather-tasseled loafers planted squarely on the throats of the other 99% and we’re fed up.
People ask “How many Americas are there? And what happened to our glory days of unity?” And the answers are: 1) too numerous to count; and 2) they never existed.
The fact that pretty much the entire legislative branch and a significant swath of the U.S. population is cool with the racist, sexist, xenophobic, self-dealing, lying, third-grade vocabulary having, pussy-grabbing cretin currently occupying the White House demonstrates that no matter how lofty the language, no matter how illustrious the legend of democracy, justice and equality – the real deal is that might equals right and we don’t give a damn about anything other than Money and Power.
So GM lays off 15,000 workers, and its stock soars. Because large corporations are raking it in hand over fist, the economy is “booming.” Tell that to the person working two jobs (both without benefits) to avoid homelessness and starvation.
Or a journalist is chopped to pieces for speaking truth to power and we’re still friends with the murderers because otherwise the multi-billion dollar arms industry could be hurt. Let’s not consider exactly how many innocents are being murdered by the bombs we supply to said murderous country, we need not think on that too hard.
Our foreign policy helped create the quagmire Central America has become, and we tear gas the people running for their lives, closing our borders to the desperate people whose misery we helped shape.
The bottom line is that our true priorities are laid bare for all the world to see. We don’t give a damn about people, not where money could be lost.
And that’s the hypocrisy of the U.S. of A.: full of lovely platitudes and empty of moral authority. So maybe we have the perfect president for our times: self-interest paramount and corrupt to the bone.