Hot Air Balloon

Do you think it matters how a man falls? When the falling is all that’s left; it matters a great deal.” – Lion in Winter –

It will almost have been worth it, enduring these many months of clownish embarrassment to America, to watch the slow-motion Titanic-like sinking of Donald The (T)Rump. My guess is he has about as much chance of winning as John Dillinger has rising from the dead. The Rumps chances of being Prezi are as dead as Disco.

The fun part of this three monkey; eyes, ears and mouth covered endurance trial, will be watching Rump decline, tumble and capitulate. His fall will be as macabre as any NASCAR crash we are ashamed to watch but feel strangely exhilarated by. I predict an ugly affair; one of bad form absent any sense of bearing or pride or self-esteem or good sportsmanship; a virtue that requires the loser to demonstrate dignity; one virtue so far sadly lacking in this Barker on the Midway. When this circus falls down on it’s knees and it’s big-top comes crumbling down; the sound will be hideous and repulsive, a grotesque crashing thud.

When Rump crows “folks; we can’t be so politically correct any more” it is a dog whistle, a clarion call to every racist, bigot and pseudo-militia wannabe longing for a white-wing, right-wing revolt; a John Birch-er, KKK takeover; fueled by some very pissed off people; crushed they’re tongue-bitten and can no longer say Nigger in polite company. It’s kosher at their churches, still the most segregated places in America every Sunday morning, their bars, barbershops, gun shows and back-yard wienie-roasts where bashing immigrants, Gays and minorities self-propels their need for a sense of better than thou.

Likewise the phrase “make America great again”. What America would that be I wonder Rump; the same one Reagan spoke about when he ran for the nomination; going to Stone Mountain Georgia and calling for States rights? That one?

The first time I heard anything about this carnival a friend called to ask if I’d heard the Rump was running for president. I asked; president of what; the Thieves and Scoundrels Union from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon TV show? The very thought that someone so terminally narcissistic, undignified and boorishly buffoon would have the stones to announce such an intention seemed ridiculous.

Having said all that; in an irony-twist worthy of a Shakespearean play, the rest of the Republican field is so devoid of any lift to the spirit of America, the Rump, as it turns; looks to be the best candidate they have. I fail to recall a more motley perp-walk crew of UN-American louts in the 50 years I’ve been watching this every four year joust; not Wallace in 68′, not even Goldwater in 64′ chucked hate and fear into the cheap seats like they were fired out of a t-shirt gun at a Timberwolves game.

This unveiled self-promoter has elevated the kind of anti-American fear and hatred of the other to a place common enough to make the supremacists feel comfortable coming out from behind their otherwise hidden prejudices and odious agendas. For this we must thank the Rump and his coterie of cunts; for now we can see who they are and get an accurate count. Anyone practicing statistical analysis of opinions, however, put forth from polls, long ago decided that 3 in 10 of us, despite how obvious the question being asked is, fall on the side of the inexplicably bat-shit crazy; proving they’re just plain rabid haters.

As so it goes; the greatest show on earth, LIVE; Americas free non-cable reality show starring the worst of us; the bottom 1/3, compelling us to watch the sporting contest, the concussion , the great car wreck, the double Ram pile-driver from the top turnbuckle of the biggest, the wettest, the most obscene WWE event ever staged. We can’t stand to watch it; but we can’t look away. It will eventually end, not with a whimper but with a Game of Thrones worthy sword to the neck of the loser; the biggest loser; Donald The Rump.


About circusinpurgatory
Nick Masesso Jr’s fictionalized short stories, poetry and prose have been published in the Starry Night Review, Elegant Thorn Review, Language and and Vagabond Press; the Battered Suitcase. His latest book “Armor of Innocence” and first book “Walking the Midway in Purgatory, a Journal” are available on-line and through bookstores.

6 Responses to Hot Air Balloon

  1. The guy is a nut. I think the only thing making him popular is his complete lack of ability.
    Scarily, he’s like Bush Jr, but with more belief and even less regard for anyone he doesn’t like. There’s no way he will win….surely?

    • Agreed. It’s a hot air balloon. We don’t know exactly when; but we know its coming down.

  2. James Mcfarland says:

    Masesso the Sage, Scribe and Truthsayer delivers another New York Times Masterpiece. Trumpet this piece across Social Media, clear cross a nation numb with nutshells like Rump. Best Read to date. Blow the Blow Horn into oblivion!

    • Ditto. I mean what I say. I take my reviews seriously. Thanks for reposting.

  3. Reblogged this on Nick Masesso, Jr..

  4. pinkbubblespinkbubbles says:

    This article NEEDS to go viral…like, right now. Superb, beginning to end.

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