Most of us have ideas and hopes bubbling beneath the surface of our daily activities. We react, at least internally, to social and political occurrences. I think of my dad, who while watching the evening news, would suddenly explode with expletives about politics or any issues on TV which made me wish that those folks on the TV screen could hear Dad’s language becoming quite colorful with vocabulary for which we kids would be sent to our rooms had we used it, even at a whisper.
That gene from Dad is one I have inherited so that venting during the evening news can erupt in volcanic ways that would probably make any innocent guests utter lines like, “Well, John, we think it’s time we were going home to check on the kids to make sure they haven’t burned down the house or got into the liquor cabinet.”
In fact, most of my friends and family know that keeping the peace in conversation is far easier without any open references to America’s political landscape. This premise, I’m guessing, has socially avoided everything from thrown blunt objects to heart attacks among any visitors who regard me mostly as a calm, level-headed person for whom ugly scenes of verbal political battles are completely unnecessary.
I have noticed in other households brave enough to discuss politics that every idea or observation is accepted until the name Donald J. Trump is leaked into the conversation. It is then that some voices change, becoming louder and more threatening on both sides of the banter.
The most recent shock to my psyche was the Trumpster’s picture again on the cover of Time Magazine. The editors, who seem to have been entranced in a way that completely escapes my understanding so that I need to remind myself repeatedly that I’m still on planet Earth, where dictatorship seems to be getting more popular again for reasons that didn’t use to be so in vogue. The only amusing reference that came to mind was a children’s show of the 1950’s call Garfield Goose, on which a delusional goose named Garfield wore a golden crown and was humored by other puppets and the host, Frasier Thomas (Garfield’s prime minister), to continue believing that he (Garfield Goose) was king of the United States.
History does repeat itself, but now I’m having a tough time accepting a new but similar ethos that is real and in which too many zombified Americans have put their hope in what I feel is a dangerous trust that is going to harm us all again. JB