Donald Trump and “Lucky” Prove the Value of Being Led by a Leash
“Lucky” refuses to leave the house until a leash is snugly fastened on his collar. Perhaps he’s a Trump sycophant?
I awoke an hour ago, unable to sleep, having dreamed I owned a dog named “Lucky.”
Lucky refuses to leave the house to take care of his morning business. The front door is wide open and a monster quake splits the closest sidewalk. In the process, a truck overturns and spills hundreds of pounds of the mutt’s favorite food just feet away.
Apparently, Lucky feels neither the necessity to escape nor to satiate his hunger. He just watches, refusing to move a muscle … until his leash is finally and firmly affixed.
Surely, the reverie was a metaphor for my neck-twinging reaction watching the Senate impeachment circus of the past few days.
What we allow, we encourage. Donald Trump leads his flock and what was once taboo for a leader of the free world is now de rigueur.
We’ll dismiss the childish behavior, the misogyny and the not-so-casual racism. If he engages, we can too is the message. He’s the leader, after all.
Ever hear a Trump sycophant parroting terms like:
- “Fake news!”
- “The media is the enemy of the people!”
- “Shifty Schiff”
- “It was a perfect call!”
Sure you have. We all have. Perhaps backslapping fellow sycophants after as if they all belong to an exclusive club is the post-coital ritual of choice, even.
It must be attractive to be so led. It’s easy and safe indiscriminately following a master. It must be particularly attractive and easily justified these days to worship one who has escaped unscathed from any and all adversity, who has singlehandedly turned the Republican party from conservatism to blind compliance and, for all intents — without listing the entirety of the negative impact — changed the world.
Anyone who wields that degree of power surely demands respect.
As Donald Trump is Superman to his most ardent supporters, perhaps the Teflon Don should market teflon leashes.
They’d sell like hotcakes, I promise you.
I can continue tongue-in-cheek with this piece but there’s a legitimately horrifying message to this picture: According to polls (allowing for the usual questions as to accuracy) Trump’s popularity has not wavered ... despite impeachment. Perhaps the most important trial in U.S. history is about to conclude without witnesses or new documentation.
In other words, regardless of which side of the fence you politically straddle, this was no trial at all.
The President of the United States obstructed Congress. He abused his power. Even many Republicans publicly called him “guilty” of at least the latter which, today, is said to no longer be an impeachable offense.
And ask Alan Dershowitz about the latter also. All good there, too.
So kudos to the Teflon Don! He took another one for the team! Now he can go about the business of running the country. #MAGA!!
Actually, considering the potential long-term repercussions of this entire quagmire is a recipe for insomnia.
Speaking of, it’s 2:30 in the morning as I write this. The Super Bowl ended hours ago and Trump posted the following on his Twitter:
I’d bet his sycophants today are planning a parade in Topeka.
They wouldn’t dare correct him. They wouldn’t dare criticize him. They certainly wouldn’t say or do anything without his holiness giving the okay first.
If the country is broken, Obama did it. He’s the one. Guilty of everything.
Or, maybe Hillary.
Regardless, all hail the Trump of God!
I’m going back to sleep. I want to see that mutt again.
If Lucky needs to relive himself, I’ll have that leash at the ready this time.
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