Saturday Night Live Hits, Misses

This show has largely degenerated into thin, self-referential, smutty material, much like the culture it arises from.  But last year the most accurate depiction of the state of American society in racial terms was “Black Jeopardy” on SNL. The Alec Baldwin Trump impersonation was funny once. It’s become thin, self-referential and smutty in a wink-win kind of way. Kate McKinnon as Hillary playing/singing “Halleluah” was brilliant without calling attention to the fact that it was brilliant.

This bit with Cecily Strong as Stormy Daniels is on a par with Black Jeopardy. “Guess what, America? I’m the hero you deserve right now.” This may be the truest and most insightful statement made about American culture since Donnie 45 won the Republican nomination. John Kasich or Jed Bush or Marco Rubio or Ted Cruz the new hero? No, the hero we deserved was Donald Trump. And on the other side, the hero we deserved was Hillary Clinton, the only person on earth Donnie was capable of beating in the general election. So we get the worst person we deserve, the one who bangs a porn actress right after his wife has given birth and then pays the porn star $130k to not talk about it. Stormy did nothing to solicit any of this. She just became an unlikely hero because she is willing to make money having sex on film AND she is making life tough for the most powerful man on earth. A porn star rises to this level thanks to our President and the system that elected him.  Tonight Donnie will give the State of the Union speech and Jimmy Kimmel will interview Stormy Daniels afterward. Watch both and tell me who the ignorant fool is.
And as predicted …


So, progressives and the ilk. You are sitting there wondering about Donnie 45. He brags about assaulting women in the #MeToo age, and what happens to him? Nada. He is robbing the government blind with events held at his hotels and resorts. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Just says his sons run things now. This would be really familiar if the Trumps’ last name were Gotti or Gambino. Them we send to prison. Him, we fly to Mar-A-Lago at our own expense. If you accuse him of lying, he calls you a liar. If you accuse him of being ignorant he calls you stupid. If you say he has really stupid hair, he calls you ugly. Anyone who has been around young children is familiar with the mind-numbing exchange of: You are! No, you are! … or Are too! Am not! … etc etc etc etc. Children doing this get sent to their rooms. He gets sent to the Oval Office where he can make up insulting names for people with the power to destroy the world.

The question is why does he get away with this? The answer is he has never been accountable to anyone and thus no one has simply said, “No. Do that again and the hammer is gonna fall on you” and made it stick. He is that one spoiled kid who will fuss and scream until he will get what he wants if he will just shut the fuck up! His ability to outlast you is phenomenal. He is the reductio ad absurdum of inappropriate behavior.

Now it happens that there is someone who can out-Donnie Donnie, who can take Donnie’s insane narcissism game and take it even further. His name is LaVar Ball. He is the only person in recent memory with an ability equal to Donnie’s to say the most ridiculous, preposterous, money-grubbing, self-engrandizing thing and continually get away with it. He is the black Donnie. He is not a fool, he is a genius. He should be weaponized instead of demonized. The Democratic National Committee should turn him on Donnie with the same brilliant malevolence that he has for organized basketball and the big shoe companies.

But maybe, just maybe, Donnie has already started a Twitter war with LaVar Ball  and has started a process that will cause his crooked fat-ass empire to explode as it encounters the LaVar antimatter to his Donnie matter. All that will be left are a smoking pair of handmade Italian loafers and a pair of Big Baller Brand high tops.

11/22/17: Addendum from Yahoo Sports

How valuable has LaVar Ball’s feud with Donald Trump been for the Big Baller Brand?

Of Course, Reality TV Is Not Real


So the NY Times finally got around to pointing out that the executive branch of the United States government is just a reality television show that currently has no end; said end will only come with the President resigning or being impeached, with his dipshit daughter and son-in-law following him out the door (if they don’t bail first and turn over on him) with an exodus of the other cabinet secretaries whose qualification for their job is they don’t know anything about their job except how to rip off the government for hundreds of thousands of dollars, followed by the true believers like Kellyanne Conway and Jeff (Mr. Burns) Miller. The sponsors of this show are the 62 million people who voted for Donnie. The thing is, they can’t vote him out. They can’t just decide to not watch. The same narcissism, defensiveness, bigotry, cruelty and  fixation on adulation that made him kind of amusing on The Apprentice and riveting in an all-out shit-show kind of way during the campaign is now something that is everywhere, a sick, fear-engendering miasma.

It’s likely that many of these people thought that what they saw on The Apprentice is what they would see in the White House because the mass/social/self-referential media have blurred all the lines. In the Bob Dylan song “The Gates of Eden” “The princess and the prince discuss what’s real and what is not. It doesn’t matter inside the gates of Eden.”  The NYT article points out that when the Donnie schtick was on TV it was actually more controlled than it is in the White House because everyone knows he’s crazy but nobody wants to do anything about it.  On TV, if Crazy Donnie isn’t selling tacos or feminine hygiene products like he was, he’s outta there.

The script for The 45th Presidency: Nightmare or Revelation? is familiar. Goofy, unlikely guy ends up in a position no one thought he could rise to through a bizarre series of perfect stormettes. His fans think his boorish name-calling is funny and admire the fact that he’ll say just about anything in public. The nerve of that guy! Damn!  He is so disrespectful of his new job that he figures he can do the new job and the old job at the same time, making him tens of millions of dollars in the process. This leads to all sorts of hilarious hijinks with Donnie and the swamp occupiers in DC. Scenes that don’t involve Donnie are centered on his progeny and their arrogant, spoiled-rich-brat head-butting with Nobel Prize winners and media personalities who have advanced degrees from Oxford instead of a series of jobs that involve nothing but looking good for the camera, starting at KBMF in Bumfuck, Iowa.

The President is on his third trophy wife, and her scenes create a lot of dramatic tension because The White House is the last fucking place on earth she wants to be, and she hates Donnie for doing this to her. In the next scene she is always smiling at some event, trying desperately to act like she cares. We, the viewers, know better. Even in the age of crass invasions of privacy, the son of Donnie and Melania does not appear on this show.  It is uncertain whether this fact is the result of the last tiny shred of decency in society holding things together or the fact that The Viewers (Donnie’s base) would object to the son being part of the show because after all, showing an innocent kid who is dragged into this insanity is a major buzzkill and not funny.  At all.

Roughly 35 percent of the people in the United States enjoy this show and think its star is doing a fantastic job if only those pointy-headed media types would quit harping on every little thing he does. Another 35 percent hate the show and think its star is an illiterate,  dangerous megalomaniac who is an embarrassment on the world stage. The future of The 45th Presidency: Nightmare or Revelation? beyond 2020 obviously depends on the remaining 30 percent. Will they even care by then?

© 2017 Joseph Galligan


Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Fantastic discussion of the paranoid fantasy that drives a lot of thinking (or lack thereof) on issue of gun ownership.

There are two practical issues touched on here.

1.) Let’s say I am the president of the U.S., and I want to take away arms from private citizens. How am I going to go about that? Send a a couple of police officers to the house of someone who owns multiple military-grade weapons and say, “Give ’em up?”

2. The New World Order fantasy has a problem. When/if this becomes a reality, the paranoid gun owner may have 20 AR-15s with bump stocks and extra-large magazines, but the New World Order has F-16s. The F-16 will vaporize the defiant gun owner, and he won’t even hear it coming.

© 2017 Joseph Galligan


South America Stole Our Name

This link is to a Randy Newman song called “Political Science.” I sincerely hope that our president Donnie never sees/hears this because this level of parody is way, way beyond him. Vis a vis NATO he has already said, “We give them money, but are they grateful? No, they’re spiteful and they’re hateful.” And it’s not to hard to imagine a question at a press conference about South American concerns about global warming and him saying, “Well, South America stole our name. We were America first.”