Dispatch #993

It is the holiday season, and, for the second year in a row, I haven’t been in the holiday mood to bake chocolate chip cookies as a Christmas gift.  I should also note that the President elevated to the Oval Office earlier this year is still in power.  Does anyone see a direct relationship between my lack of holiday spirit and the current occupant in the White House?

Spoiler alert: yes, this is a direct cause and effect relationship between my mood and (shudder) him!

This weekend, the Dictator with Small Hands has signed his only legislative achievement of his first year in office: the long-sought dream of Paul Ryan-since-he-attended-keggers-in-college income tax reform. And of course, he’s gloating about it!

This mere fact is changing my mood.  I am no longer depressed. Now I am positively morose!

The week’s events in Washington was downright nauseating at times, culminated by the GOP pat ourselves on the back event at the White House to celebrate passage of the aforementioned tax plan.  The Republican congressional leadership took turns stroking El Presidente’s ego to the point that they were making him out to be bigger than Christ!  At one point, Vice President Mike Pence lauded the President: "With President Trump’s leadership, we will Make America Great Again."

This has given me the idea for a new holiday song: “Michael, The Brown Nosed Vice President”.  So far, I’ve completed the first few lyrics:

Michael, the brown nosed Vee Pee

Had a very dirty nose.

And if you ever saw it.

You would even say, “Oh shit!”

I am open to suggestions for the other stanzas.   If we work together, we can make it the next big holiday favorite.

I know it’s gross and disgusting, but hey, it’s my name on the blog!  I will try to have something more uplifting for tomorrow.

Today let us liberals gripe, moan, and groan about the negative state of affairs inside the Beltway.  So, here’s the plan for the weekend:

Saturday: wallow not in self-pity at the condition of the progressive movement, but an honest mourning for the lose of the cultural gains attained in the last 8 years.

Sunday: eat, drink, and make merry as best we can in the best spirit of the season.

Monday: eat, drink, and make merry repeat.

Tuesday: recover from two days of eating and drinking.  Plan, plot, scheme for the coming new year.  The chances of Democrats retaking Congress next November are looking better every day.  The challenge will be to keep the momentum going until then.

In the meantime, we will see and experience the actual results of the tax plan.  Will it spur the economy as the GOP hopes?  Or are we in store for a world of economic hardship next year?   As the old proverb goes, “Hope for the best, expect the worst.”

(Thank you for reading.  President Trump's leadership?  Oh puke!)