“If Trump is an opportunistic infection spreading throughout the body politic, what explains our susceptibility?” asks this week’s New Yorker. I can answer that! – existentially, with the vividness of a kick to the solar plexus. I’ll explain.
The day I got accepted to med school, I had it made. The world became my oyster. Docs never have to face unemployment, They can always make a good living. They’re head and shoulders above PhDs. Who cares about English lit! Or the formation of distant galaxies! A doc knows cancer! We’re all scaredy cats. A doc may pretend he doesn’t know everything. He may not be infallible, like the Pope, but close! We tip-toe in his presence, on our best behavior. If he’s merely civil, we’ll go on and on how what a nice guy he is. He has power! If we laugh at his jokes, he’ll protect us from a bad prognosis. Yes sir, like I said, as a doc I have it made.
OK, I exaggerate. But it’s true, I live in the upper middle of society. I have everything I want, For me personally, the government is a magnificent benefactor, what with Medicare, Social Security and all the rest. And ever since Reagan insisted government is the problem, not the solution, culminating in these last eight years with the relentless obstructionism of Mitch McConnell, I have become increasingly enraged.
I hate Mitch McConnell! He just published his autobiography. His only interest is money and power. He got elected to the Senate way back in 1984, thanks to a malicious, lying ad that Roger Ailes wrote for him. Ailes has continued to boast about this “message for decades after he concocted it.” The first, last and only thing McConnell has done as Senator was adding to his slush fund. Not giving Obama’s nominee for The Supreme Court even a hearing was the last straw.
“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction
Ice Is also great
And would suffice.”
Now suppose I’m not middle upper, but lower lower. I live in poverty. My wife has all but stopped talking to me. The neighborhood is one, big garbage can. My governor won’t release Medicaid money, so I can’t take my kids to the doctor. I got caught up in Foreclosure last year, and now it’s one dump after another.
You get the picture.
I, the pampered doc, Middle Upper, get so frustrated with McConnell I want to scream. What does Lower Lower want?
FIRE OR ICE?
He’ll settle for The Donald. Yes, but as President, Trump will have the power to engulf our country in Fire and freeze it in Ice.
“What’s the difference! The gov’ment doesn’t do anything. What do I have to lose!”
I agree with the New Yorker:
“It is a convention of our quadrennial pieties to insist that THIS election is singularly important. But Trump really does represent something singular. The prospect of such a President – erratic, empty, cruel, intolerant, and corrupt – represents a form of national emergency.”