TIME TO PEEK

I Am Oz!! The wonderful, great and powerful Wizard of Oz! Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain! For I am uh..Oz. The uh, um great and uh powerful uh oh my….uh pay no um attention uh

Ans so it began. The truth behind the land and wizard of Oz. Some carpet bagging snake oil salesman. Living behind guards, lies and intimidation, apparently having sucked hot air out of his balloon, causing it to crash to the ground in Oz. Once crashed he found he had a great gig. Having fallen from the sky he used his massive proclivity for embellishments, half-truths, and flat out lies to drive the lilipution like natives into fearful subservience. He then used the flash and bang of fireworks, double talk and false promises to bring the armed forces and upper status dwellers of the Emerald City under his sway as well. Now that he was ensconced in comfort and safety he partook of the life he decided he so richly deserved. But there was this witch you see…..what to do with this bitch, er….witch?

Amazingly familiar scenario. Relevant to the presidency of Donnie John Chump. I can’t watch the movie with my grandson without the black comedy, horror of Chump’s situation drifting like a black, haze or mist drifting over the show and running dialog from the 5 yr old. Another simple joy polluted by Chump’s touch. The lies, agrandizement, payoffs, threats and all the behind the curtain, under the table maneuvers that brought us from 2015 to our current trip down the rabbit hole. Once again it all proves fruitless, our attempts to peel back the Who’s Tommy like ear plugs, eye shades and as sung, we know where to put the cork from the 30-40 % of Trump supporters. I hesitate to call them, no refuse to call them Republican supporters because I’ve seen signs of awakening from House and Senate Republicans. Kudos to Speaker Johnson for at least this iteration of a true House Speaker. He is no doubt being thrown under the bus to the waiting wolves by a dozen or so Libertarian party sniverlers. All I can picture when I see or hear the Marjorie Green, Jim Jordan, Comer vaudville act and, up until a week ago, Mike Johnson’s character picture being drawn in as Bram Stoker’s Renfield. A man with a genuine mission, to help his lord and master to slowly suck all will and strength by soul and blood sucking force of the undead creature, Chump. I mean Dracula.

Mr Renfield redeems himself by book’s end, going to his death rather than cost another soul to be lost. While the spineless Chump supporters delayed, delayed and delayed Ukrainians paid an awful price, unable to protect their skies or match gun, tank, drone and missile fire from Russia, who is supplied by nations related to Stoker’s succubus wives. Poor Vladimir Putin, misunderstood until a certain former Fox, ahem, news host translated for us while heaping praise on some Soviet markets. Putin’s sabre rattling and prognostication has been again muted a bit by news of immanent Ukraine rearmament. Mike Johnson did this by simply bringing a much sought after Bill to the House floor for a vote. That is where Dems and Republicans voted side by side for that and other bills restoring our nation and world standing. Mike Johnson a dyed in red conservative. No question, no wavering. These were purple bills. Neither party getting a leg up politically but both being able to stand a bit taller and puff their chests a little fuller.

This brief bipartisanship could have put Jim Lankford’s border bill into effect months ago, easing another horror story, the Southern border. Barbarians at the gate, maybe to jaded eyes wearing wool pull overs. Most coming from places that make our own untended ghettos look like heaven. Instead of true border and immigration control, destination cities are overwhelmed and unfunded, causing horror story after horror story. President Biden, Independents, color blind Republicans – take off the gloves and fix that shit. Neither party gets to crow “Victory!” but America inches a little closer towards the ideals that began to appear in 1784 when provisions of our constitution began to bear fruit.