Boldly Going

 A lot has been made of the potential failings of the overwhelmed muscle situated between the "president's" ears. A great many headlines begin by mentioning that this specimen is seventy-nine years old. The wandering off to peer out the window during a meeting at the ruins of the White House with oil executives is a matter of fact. Or the addition of a gold script sign reminding the occupant that they are standing in what used to be "The Rose Garden," to go along with the sign that shows the occupant where the Oval Office is. The fact that there is a sign labeling The West Wing seems particularly ridiculous since there is no longer an East Wing on the White House. Are these literal signs that the convicted felon needs assistance as his mind continues to deteriorate? 

Or maybe he's just stupid. 

But let's not pick on the doddering old pedophile. Instead, let's pick up the thread of dumb at the social media account of the Deputy Chief of Staff, Stephen "Goebbels" Miller. After taking the time to make very specific threats against anyone who stands in the way of the ethnic cleansing he is overseeing, As frightening as this continues to be, the noted Nosferatu cosplayer extended his own particular brand of hate to the Final Frontier. He took to what was formerly Twitter to announce his displeasure with the new Star Trek spinoff, Starfleet Academy. The issue for proto-nerd Stephen is the galactic "wokeness" of this new generation. Ignoring the historic facts of the interracial and gender acceptance found throughout the decades of the Trek-verse, Little Stephen chose to take issue with the three women on the bridge of the newest starship. "Beyond parody," he fumed, and then went on to insist, "But it’s not too late for @paramountplus to save the franchise. Step 1: Reconcile with @WilliamShatner and give him total creative control.”

Nobody mentioned, apparently, to Miller that William Shatner is ninety-four years old, and his last time he showed up on the bridge of any Enterprise was 1994. I would expect that every so often, Bill gets up and stares out the window, imagining there's a holodeck out there. At least he doesn't need a lot of gilded signs reminding him where sick bay is.