Cognitive Test

 I have tried, without any real success, to imagine the mindset of those who feel that the current regime here in the United States is Making America Great Again. Somewhere out there is a group of MAGAts that still believe that this country is headed in the right direction. 

As a point of clarification, I do believe that this country is headed in The Right direction. As in ever-more-conservative to the point of confusion and pain. To hear the pundits tell it, this is a march toward the cliff that reeks of fascism and we are supposed to believe that all of this over-the-top ultra-conservative energy is being used to protect our Dear Leader from being discovered as a pedophile. 

I think we've driven on past the point of cover-up. I think we are confronting something that no simple cognitive test can discern. The bar has been lowered so far that the qualifications for being the "leader of the free world" are limited to being able to identify a giraffe. To which Donnie Jr. insists, "Last night I shot a giraffe in my pajamas. How you get giraffe blood out of pajamas I'll never know." 

This disconnect between the actual capacities and the dementia of the individual in question keeps us all off balance as the latest outrage is unfurled. This is the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue speaking openly about taking over sovereign nations by use of military force. The twice-impeached "president" insists that we, or rather he, "needs" Greenland. This is the same tiny brain that needs a gold toilet and a ballroom constructed on the ruins of the White House. We have stepped so far out of the realm of frustration brought on by Project 2025 that your average citizen is hard-pressed to express their outrage before the next announcement on social media. Like the "thirty to fifty million barrels of oil" that the convicted felon insists that the money from the sale will be controlled by him. If you are curious about the leadership void created by the kidnapping of Venezuela's president, you've missed the point. It was never about regime change. It was about the oil. It was about the money to be made. It was about bringing the oil companies along for the ride, in spite of the fact that they seem less than thrilled about this "opportunity." 

Meanwhile the notions of affordability for the average American consumer, along with the promise of no new wars have fallen by the wayside. As we careen ever closer to the full-on dictatorship on which the seventy-nine year old golf cheat has his eye. 

At least he knows what a giraffe looks like.