Chrump in Oz
October 8, 2020
There is a massive tornado tearing up large swaths of the
United States. No, it is not the unrelenting COVID-19 pandemic. It is unlike
anything the world has ever seen. Tearing up social norms. Breaking democratic
and constitutional precedents like they were uncooked angel hair pasta. Killing
people with reckless abandon, almost as though it was premeditated. Unless
someone with a very, very large brain, perhaps a stable genius of some sort has
the good sense to fire a nuclear weapon into this cataclysmic storm, we could
be doomed.
We all know how disruptive a tornado can be. At this point
America is just one giant trailer park, helplessly rooted in place while the
wanton winds of wreckage wage warfare on women, men, persons, TVs and cameras
everywhere. One cannot help but think back to the most famous tornado of all –
the one that deposited an entire, intact house on the Wicked Witch of The East…
Donald Chrump v. The Wizard of Oz
There are so many parallels between the surreal Donald
Chrump and the phantasmagorical Wizard of Oz. Perhaps they are only in
my Chrump-damaged head, but I hope you will allow me to share them with yours.
Like Dorothy, Donald Chrump is a lost little girl with a serious
head injury, like the Lion, he has absolutely no courage; like the Scarecrow,
he has no brain; like the Tin Man, he is lacking a heart. Unlike all these
characters, Chrump believes he has no need for any of these things, and he is
irredeemable on all fronts. He has no interest in acquiring either courage,
heart or brain. None. And this, as perpetually unbelievable as it seems, is not
a dream.
And Don has “hair” similar to that of another phony:
The difference between these two fraudsters is that, once
exposed as little more than smoke and mirrors, the Wizard of Oz was able to
show empathy and help Dorothy and friends understand their strengths. On the
other hand, the Wizard of Ooze is all hair spray fumes and mirrors and has no
empathy for anyone, and would never offer to help anyone with anything.
I. Mangrey imagining. Your carnage may vary.
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