WAS: What Adults are Saying About the One Branches of Government
Dim, dull and corrupted permits all--including the Kingdom
American school children have been lied to repeatedly over a long, long period of time. All fair haired with freshly scrubbed faces, they were psychologically drilled about the merits of being virtuous, a good citizen with both voting and non-voting powers and that their government was of….wait for it…We The People. Lest all of that been met by some hopeful youngsters who were really churlish ingrates in youth’s clothing, as a safety fallback, they were endlessly reminded of America’s three “equal but separate” branches of government which served mutually protective “checks and balances” to one another.
The historical blessings heaped upon Jefferson and Madison devising this scheme with French-born influence, was also part of the mantra long-given to the nation’s youth. It, they were told, was truly a wonderful system. Even historians have largely agreed with its magnificence (while also pointing out the odious issue of slavery was kicked like a can down the road). Aside that, the wondrous genius of the the late 18th century has served the country well until recent days.
Now in a magnificent shift, the three legged stool of government is no longer relevant. What now matters most to those who govern is what six-second social media parable can be hoisted upon those addicted to their devices of recent technology. In that such addicts are those reading this who might also look into a mirror, the potential impact is broad. Even among the vast masses of the dim and dullards it was understood that America’s three branches was an extremely slick idea—a concept from brilliant minds that would serve all. Until in very recent times it was decided it didn’t.
Project 2025 comes from men (yes, it’s mostly men), who for whatever reason think America looks better when it returns to the Gilded Age. You all remember that fine time when the elite went ungirded by such tedious interference as an income tax or regulators that might ensure meat was fit to eat. Back then no such nags interrupted afternoon lawn bowling with tea. A return to that special atmosphere is now preferred by the moneyed-elite—and dullards given their know-to-little pedigree—also think that might be a fine idea.
Except the three branches of government stood as obstacle to it all—until it wasn’t. Now, two spectrum addled children run this county—at least temporarily. One elected and one not who hails from an apartheid background. Seemingly they wish to exert the Executive branch promises detailed in those old civics books and then some. Meanwhile the Legislative branch, populated by invertebrates on one side and a money-addled opposition on the other, means “rubber stamp” has never been more alive in Washington. Then the embarrassing, compromised, sickening Supreme Court—the last vestige in our system thought to know right from wrong—has sworn off it’s duty so extensively that Clarence and Ginny anoint new Cabinet members from home! That’s one hell of a “remote” job even by today’s standards.
With such a broad berth what executive wouldn’t move on such an opportunity? The South African moron (stop with the genius crap, he was simply born rich just as you weren’t) and 47 are creating a daily, almost titillating train wreck that proves once again America’s fourth estate has given up without even bothering to announce it --unless of course you are Joe and Mika. Like pregnant oranges falling off well watered, early season trees, the stories and accountability for action are ripe for the taking. Yet no one budges—too busy tracking he next inane utterance from a mentally ill person installed to lead us. Meanwhile, the “clicks” counter whirrs while media owners nod approvingly about government chaos being so good for business.
Such chaos is play number one in 47’s game plan. It’s also play number two, three, four, five and so on. That suits the foreign interloper just fine allowing him, for now, to parade as the biggest Washington clown. Much of the country then ties itself in reactionary knots about the nonsense—pauses long enough to note the latest judicial injunction—then again loses its collective mind.
All of this is being done for one reason only—to throw 50 different ridiculous ideas against the wall in hoping the Supreme Court will eventually let three or four of them stick. This is an important lesson about capitulation of the people’s government. It tells that a king is not made by ideas yielding a good batting average as much as all his subjects simply let him wear the crown. Thank goodness America’s one branches of government has evolved to facilitate this. This way the king and his clowns can continue its magnificent farce. After all, it is Oscar season.