After Trump

One below this frosty morning.  Seems awfully cold for the merry month of May.  Just for curiosity I checked Cheboygan and it comes in at fifteen below, so Beagles wins this one for sure.  And tornadoes have killed like twenty in the sunny south so I reckon the weather in Chicago is like baby bear's porridge, just right.

I read that article about the earth springing back now that the glaciers are gone in the Trib yesterday.  If I remember correctly it's getting higher in the south and lower in the north.  It's a long way aways and global warming will probably overwhelm its effects. 

I am still wondering about purchasing that one roll of toilet paper at a time. You know we brought this whole thing on ourselves when we got uppity and got up on two legs, four-legged animals poop directly into God's open air.


Say everything works out right, a thousand flowers bloom in the dem primary but they manage to coalesce behind some genial guy, sorry, or girl, and it's all kumbaya.  I imagine some principled rep will run against Trump and I imagine he will get clobbered.  The latest poll shows Trump with 40% which leaves me gaping, but also leaves 60% voting for that genial dem, if the election were held tomorrow.  If everything works out okay that way, then whither the Trumpists?  Do they shake their heads sheepishly and say gosh, I don't know what I was thinking and settle down to become good American citizens again?  Not likely huh? 

The thing is when you have charismatic liberal or conservative leaders, you always have others to carry on after them because all they have to do is follow the ideology, but with Trump there is no ideology.  Well there is sort of an America first thing, but the main thing is The Man Hisself.  Who can fill His shoes?  There is no obvious second in command waiting to step up.  He has this circle of surrogates, people like Kewpie Doll Kellyanne and this week the milk mustache was making the rounds of the Sunday shows.  At all three stops he was asked the question all these surrogates are getting asked.  Do YOU believe Kim didn't know about Oscar.

This is like the classic king's new clothes question.  Doesn't the king look snappy in his new finery?  On the one hand they know that the interviewer, and all the watchers and pretty much everybody in the world knows the king is naked, except for the king who may or may not know but allows only one answer.  So Bolton says it doesn't matter what he thinks, and you have to wonder isn't he supposed to be some kind of advisor or something, but it gets him through the interview.

Just as a saint can never become god, a surrogate can never be Trump.  There is always that image of them even as they are speaking listening for their master's voice, and when the master is gone who is going to want to hear anything they have to say.