The Late, Great Mose Allison Speaks

All of these I hereby direct toward the person playing a part of someone playing the part of President of the United States, who sees “polls” as “ratings,” who sees “is nice to me” as “is devoted unto death to me,” who called burnt-to-the-ground Paradise CA “Pleasure,” who will make the all-ugly Presidents team yet makes fun of the way other people look, who can make hugging a flag look like a still from a porn flick, who has a vocabulary strewn with empty first-grader words such as “nice” and “very,” and who, despite his promises, has watched coal-fired power plants go away, seen tax-rate drops end up as stock buybacks, gotten totally gamed by Kim Jong-un, failed to achieve what he considers border security despite two years of Republicans controlling Congress, seen his “best people” (all appointed to wreck the agencies they were supposed to oversee) leave Cabinet positions, seen a number of people he hired go to prison (with more to come), and, with incompetence never seen before in DC, put Mitch McConnell in a no-win position.

To which Mose said:

Your mind is on vacation, but your mouth is working overtime.

If silence was golden, you couldn’t raise a dime.

You’re just living in a fool’s paradise.

You’re uptight. It ain’t right. Well, tell me something that I don’t know.

Life is short, talk is cheap, don’t go making promises that you can’t keep.

Everybody’s crying ‘justice’ just as long as it’s business first.

Straight ahead. Knock ’em dead. Pack your kit. Choose your hypocrite.

[If invited to meet Donnie] I’ll meet you at no particular place, and I’ll be there at no particular time. You better wear your glasses, in case I’m hard to find. Here’s hoping you can see forward as well as you can see behind.

© Joseph Galligan 2019


The World’s Greatest Poem More Apros Pos Than Ever

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Crybabies in Covington

There is a great deal of upset coming from some parents of the notorious Covington boys about threats being made toward them and their families. Sarah Sanders says she has never seen people so anxious to ruin a kid’s life. Umm ….

When the students and parents of Covington Catholic stand with the survivors of Parkland (especially David Hogg), Christine Blasey Ford and her family and the parents of the children slaughtered at Sandy Hook, then I will have some sympathy for them. Until then, as the Catholic Church teaches, as ye sow, so shall ye reap.

© Joseph Galligan 2019

Be Careful What You Wish for

Someone from his campaign said he had no desire to win the election before the election even took place.  Now we see that a lot of stuff with Russia was with the Trump Organization, which by all appearances is an organized crime syndicate, which is what I believe Putin can prove whenever he wants.

Then came this on election day — Aide: Mr. Trump, you have been elected President of the United States! Trump: Uh oh.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who’s the Fairest One of All?

donnie fish

My working theory on this guy is that he is incapable of seeing himself the way others see him, unless they see him as he sees himself. This is a common pathology in people I have seen in my professional life, people who’s endemic narcissism is further pathologized by their addictions. Unless what some people are saying about his use of Adderall is true, Donnie doesn’t use alcohol and other drugs, but he has all the attributes of what is called a “dry drunk” in AA-speak — restless, irritable and discontent (see post “The Mad King”).

If you pay attention, which I admit is hard to do, you’ll see that no matter who he is talking to, he tends to deliver a stump speech. I was particularly struck by this in transcripts of his conversations with Bob Woodward, who has written books about every President since Nixon. Woodward is asking questions about specific actions Donnie has taken, and he responds with “we are winning in China, etc etc etc etc etc etc.”  When he speaks at rallies, where the audience is predisposed to want his stump-speech message and who have joined his cult of personality, the reflection back on him is exactly how he sees himself. When the reflection is different — “that’s ill-advised,” “that’s not what you said last week,” “a lot of people don’t just dislike you, they despise you” — he cannot process this because it doesn’t fit with his own self-perception. Thus, “fake news.” I think he really believes it is fake.

This is where much of the country has not gotten yet. They see complexity when the problem is very simple. Classical tragedies in theater and literature revolve around a main character having a “tragic flaw.” Donnie’s is slowly being exposed, but it is so fundamentally pathological that we have a hard time comprehending it.

My primary hope is that he is not impeached because that just makes Pence the GOP candidate in 2020, and Pence is just Trump without all the disgusting personal attributes. He is a religious zealot who, you will notice, has created a public space that allows himself to distance himself from Donnie and create a cult of righteousness, not of personality, because he seems to have no personality.  The election of Donnie in 2016 was a perfect storm that only justified everything he has ever thought about himself.  He has made no effort to expand his appeal beyond the cult, and the next time around, the cult will not be enough to win Pennsylvania, Michigan and Wisconsin by a thread. If everything else stays exactly the same, he loses. Nominate Donnie, and we can finally get this over with and spend a decade repairing the damage he has done.


© Joseph Galligan 2019