In this bloody week in the year
of Oh My, Oh My! We the Puddle witnessed the rise of The House of Trump.
In this bloody week in the year of Oh My, Oh My, We the Puddle witnessed the emergence of The House of Trump. A royal
oligarchy gifted by the paterfamilias to his wealthy, privileged, pretty and self-entitled
off spring.
Daddy Ding Dong is doing
for his brood what Vito Corleone could not do for Michael; shed the cloak of thuggery and make the family legitimate. They are leaving the
sordid business of constructing luxury golf courses, bankrupting casinos and erecting
elite palaces and moving on up.
Congressman Trump.
Governor Trump. Senator Trump. President Trump. King Trump.
Donny “Thanks, Dad” Jr.
is first in the line of succession. The only trip wire that can dump The Little
Don is if the greasy kid stuff he slathers over his head causes early hair loss
forcing him to borrow daddy Big Dong's comb over technique, a slap in the face to the weave and rug brigade that form a large part of their constituency.
Next up we have Ivanka, Blondie
of the Perfect Part and not so secret object of Daddy Ding’s desire for cupcakes.
A Mistress of the Teleprompter who, in a demonstration of in-touchiness with
the dreams of the everyday house wife, is on the bandwagon for equal pay for the
sexes. While hardly a trailblazing position, any crumbly benefice
bestowed upon We the Common by the Royal Lords of the Trump is to be accepted by US with
gratitude.
This line of ascension assumes
there are no vipers or usurpers among this notoriously litigious clan.
How long will Eric the Younger be satisfied consigned to polishing the family jewels he's destined never to own? He's smart! He knows things! Is it enough for The Kid to be
always a Baron, never a Duke or Earl, President or King?
What to make of Tiffany,
Daughter of the exiled Maples, who didn't merit a thank you at the convention?
Last, but by no means least, is the Viceroy Kushner, the Machiavellian man-boy of no substantial experience, son of a felon and real estate heir, consort to Princess Blonde From a Bottle whose public voice is shrouded in silence and policy portfolio is broad beyond any measure of reason. This is the guy who is charged with forging peace in the Mideast, solving the nation's opioid crisis, paving the way for the Mexican wall, reform veteran's health care and the criminal justice system, manage diplomatic relations with China (including securing valuable patents for his sister's business) and oh yeah, manning the tiller with the Russians while managing his own sizable real estate debts to the oligarchs. And that's just for Tuesday.
Last, but by no means least, is the Viceroy Kushner, the Machiavellian man-boy of no substantial experience, son of a felon and real estate heir, consort to Princess Blonde From a Bottle whose public voice is shrouded in silence and policy portfolio is broad beyond any measure of reason. This is the guy who is charged with forging peace in the Mideast, solving the nation's opioid crisis, paving the way for the Mexican wall, reform veteran's health care and the criminal justice system, manage diplomatic relations with China (including securing valuable patents for his sister's business) and oh yeah, manning the tiller with the Russians while managing his own sizable real estate debts to the oligarchs. And that's just for Tuesday.
Will any of them be the usurper to pour poison in the King's ear? Stay tuned while the ratings go through the roof.
HL July 22, 2016
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