To his statement “I’m the president and you’re fake news,” I wish the reporter had been able to respond “I’m the truth and you’re a fake president.”

During the now-infamous virus-update turned political rally where the president removed all doubt for anyone practicing active listening that he was totally bonkers, Deborah Birx looked on silently while his lowness touted bleach as a potential answer to the plague that has been plaguing his re-election campaign since arriving at our shores.  trumpsy may or may not have been aware as he did so that one of his agencies, the Federal Food and Drug Administration, obtained a court order last week preventing the peddling of bleach as a cure for the coronavirus. But then, why should he bother himself with such annoying distractions as subpoenas or court injunctions, he’s the president and he has “total authority.”

It’s difficult to imagine which of them was having a harder time with it—the trumpster straining his limited mental resources to the utmost to conjure up such an outlandish notion, surpassing in the process most of the insane ideas he’s floated since casting his spell over the Republican Party and it’s lemming-like supporters, or the doctor, as the cognitive dissonance inside her head must have been reaching epic proportions, screaming at her with gobsmacking intensity while eliciting such desperate thoughts as “where did I err to involve myself in this awful business?”, “what the fuck am I doing here associating with this imbecile?”, and “if I can’t inject some sanity here, maybe injecting bleach will work.”

A snake-oil salesman for the 21st Century, Mark Grenon, the leader of a Florida-based company marketing chlorine dioxide bleach as a miracle cure– and the donald’s supposed source for his latest pathetic pronouncement—styles himself the “archbishop” of his company, Genesis II. He fancies his company as a church and markets his brand of bleach by the moniker “Miracle Mineral Solution.” The “archbishop” claims the mix can cure, in addition to Covid-19, cancer, malaria, HIV/Aids and autism.

With Grenon as archbishop in this fantasy reality, what would be trump’s role? Simply being anointed Pope would not do for the donald—a persistent proponent of whim-based activism, he would find the job way too formal and confined by structure, which would be anathema to him despite the fact that procedure would allow him to excommunicate anyone who slighted him, but then, he can do that anyway, so why bother?  And then, there would be all that boring Latin to contend with: That would certainly cramp his style! All the studying involved would take too much time away from his golf game and besides, donning the Papal tiara would muss up his fake hair, which could never be allowed to happen! No, the only role fit for someone with the donald’s makeup would be top dog, the undisputed uber-decider, the final authority, the Savior-in-chief. There are indications, in fact, that he may have already assumed that position for himself in that most active portion of his mind, his imagination,

Right now, I’m going to imagine none of this happened for a while and go outside and smell the roses!

Tim Konrad

2020.04.25

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