Such as it is . . .
by Mike Meyer
I think we are finally getting to the humor in this situation. At least I have although there is nothing funny about it. Humor has many forms and some of them are dark. It is a healthy human characteristic to laugh when nothing else seems appropriate.
For the residents who remember the old United States of America (old is roughly anytime prior to 1980) it has been difficult to find a laugh in the national disgrace typified by Donald Trump inhabiting what once was the Office of the President. We remember growing up and actually believing that we, as a nation, were trying to do some good.
We had to mature into the realization that doing good was more often than not letting bad people do really shitty things to other people, usually, for a profit. But the intent was good.
Yes we were fooling ourselves but, even then, we really thought that if you point this stuff out things would be corrected. And the intent really was to do what was best for everyone on the planet if we could.
I’m not going into how fundamentally deformed American culture was with fully institutionalized racism, misogyny and absurd bigotry motivated heavily by latent pathological religious traditions. But, damn it, we were getting better.
But then we weren’t getting better anymore. That ended sometime under the reign of Ronnie Reagan. Nixon was forced to resign for robbing an office and being paranoid enough to lie about it. We all thought it was going to be ok because the worst that could happen had already happened and it all worked out.
That was what let the camel’s nose under the tent flap. Ronnie Reagan was the camel’s nose. Ronnie didn’t give a shit as long as he cold watch his movies every afternoon and people wrote him nice homey speeches to give but he was only the nose. The huge harry rest of the camel was able to move in and take over.
These were the wannabe oligarchs who were very rich but wanted it all. They were all white supremacists or, if not, were more than willing to look the other way for political benefit. Once that camel gets all the way into the tent there isn’t much room for anyone or anything else.
If you are going to stay in the tent then you life is feeding the camel and cleaning great piles of shit. Nothing matters but what the camel wants.
Somewhere in the ’90s we stopped meaning well. We hadn’t been getting better by anyone’s standard for a long time but we still, kind of, meant well. That last, small, but critical justification got cleaned out with the shit and no one realized it was gone.
By the time George W. Bush got through with things we didn’t even know what ‘meaning well’ looked like. We wouldn’t have known a good intention if it walked up and bit us on the ass.
The oligarchs who lived on military arms had war as a permanent process that was totally unrelated to anything like a public policy. The vast military and thousands of (other) people who died were just feed for that camel.
The old fossil fuel oligarchs had their camel and it was fat and shiny. No need to worry about the massive climate problem identified back in the seventies. We don’t mean well anymore, so no problem.
Financial camels of several varieties were breed to feed on the population particularly the poorest parts. They didn’t need to produce anything but just run ever more complex shell games to lure the poor peoples money. Poor people were the new middle class. It happened slowly and then it was too late.
After all that and two years of criminal rule with a mentally disturbed idiot owned by Russia nominally in charge, the humor is finally coming through. We have reached a new depth of dark humor.
The final break is how the people officially running the US government are unable to hide the fact, even if they realized that might be good, that they are stupid as dog shit and racist assholes to boot.
The contest seems to be who can be the most stupid and the most disgusting and still get away with it. Now that’s humor.
Mueller’s report, whatever it does or doesn’t do, will be a source of humor for the next century or two, if we survive. The American century has reached its peak with a replacement for the Keystone Kops who were actually funny back at the start. Future plays about America will be something like comic characters taken from Nazi Germany, “I know nothing!”
I’m too stupid to know I’m evil.