The Piggly Wiggly Presidency

Ever wonder what it would be like to live in one of those moments in history when an emperor or monarch or sultan goes stark raving mad.  It usually doesn’t end well.  Now we know what it’s like, I suppose.

I shortly expect our Emperor, Sir Piggly Wiggly to turn up at an Air Force One press availability naked, babbling incoherently about conspiracies, God, McDonald’s fish sandwiches, and nominating a horse as Secretary of War.

Yes, I think our dear leader is nuts.  He is not well and has the nuclear codes.  His erratic and terrible-twos behavior is alarming.  

Calling for the execution of lawmakers who called on our military leaders to not obey illegal orders is abnormal.  As is the ordering of extrajudicial murders of alleged drug smugglers.  

His outbursts are more frequent. This includes dressing down and berating reporters, calling one female reporter on Air Force One ‘piggy’ as he told her to shut up. His explosive and inappropriate responses raise questions about his emotional state, or more precisely his emotional dysfunction.  Meanwhile, and ironically, his Transportation Secretary issues a retro themed public service announcement asking passengers to act civilly on air planes.

His gold mania is another example of his increasingly repugnant and eccentric behavior, especially since our economy has tanked since he took office.  He lives, eats, and sleeps in another world, a world of fairy tales and illusions.  Many Americans are unable to either pay rent or make monthly car payments, but he parties on like he is Louis XIV.  

His poll numbers continue to tank to historic lows.

Car loan delinquencies are up, as are Americans’ credit card bills.  Americans are drowning in debt as wages shrink, inflation grows, and good jobs get ever scarcer.  Yet Sir Piggly Wiggly throws an Epstein-inspired Great Gatsby bash at his private resort in Florida, complete with scantily clad young women in oversized martini glasses and 1920s-era short, skirted girls doing the Charleston.  

Furthermore, without warning, he levels the historic East Wing to build in its place a $300 million gold clad ballroom. Osama bin Ladin wanted to flatten the East Wing as well.  He acts like the White House is his, like it is one of his personal resorts, and not our house, the people’s house.  He thinks, acts, and behaves like a tyrant, a crazy tyrant at that.

It all makes for great late night TV comedy, but it is also a tragedy.  Every day the world outside our borders shakes its’ collective head, wondering what the fuck is happing to America.  Worse, every day the world becomes more dangerous, not because of a rising China, or a petulant Putin, or a new terrorist group, because we, the most powerful nation in the world, have an unstable president that is emotionally, spiritually, and cognitively crippled.  Every day he gets more madder than a hatter.