Reflections of Me: Talking to Myself
I often have conversations with myself. Subjects vary widely, usually because I can't focus on one thing at a time. One occurred recently.
Self: What ya thinking?
Me: Nothing. Why? Who is that?
Self: Me.
Me: Can't be. I'm me.
Self: Ok, we can do this all day. I'm bored. What about this Mueller report?
Me: Mueller? Mueller?
Self: Don't bother. I didn't hear any horses neighing when I said it, either. This report, that everyone has been so anxiously awaiting ; what ya think of it?
Me: Nothing, haven't seen it yet. No one who needs to see it has seen it.
Self: The Attorney General has. He wrote a summary.
Me: Like I said--no one who needs to see it has seen it. Right now, it looks as if the House will have to call out the militia to go in and get it.
Self : Hmmm. Can they do that?
Me: How do I know? No, I don't think so. Or, yes, maybe. Anyway, doesn't matter; the investigation showed a lot via the indictments and guilty pleas from all the parties so far. There are certain parties now who would rather that Congress does not see it in it's entirety.
Self: President seems to think it 'vindicates' him.
Me: Of course he does. His Attorney General wrote a summary. Says no more indictments recommended. Says no evidence that President 'colluded'. As for obstruction, nothing in it to exonerate him, either. Far as he and his loyal minions are concerned, that's all we need to know--he's vindicated.
Self: The Attorney General, though, has had the report since Mar. 22nd ; today is March 28th, and the best he can do is tell Congress he is going to give them another summary. Why do you suppose they aren't releasing it?
Me: Well, see, they are busy, busy guys, and maybe they can only read a page per day. And, you know, there are supposed to be national security issues within it, so those have to be looked at and redacted if necessary....plus, you know, the President has this Emergency at the southern border, and world oil prices, and...
Self: Let me stop you there. I smell the strong odor of fresh bullshit.
Me: You have a pretty good sense of smell, I take it.
Self : Same one you have, idiot.
Me: I only have your word for that. Reminds me, I need to blow my nose.
Self: I see he says he will close the southern border.
Me : Yeah. Not sure how he thinks he can do that. I guess he thinks it's just a big door. Anyway, he says it's all Mexico's fault now, cause they didn't stop immigrants, and he isn't making all the money from drug trafficking or something.
Self : So, do you really think he's as stupid as he acts?
Me: No. He is a moron, but he has learned one thing in his wasted life ; he learned marketing. He learned the con game, the world of television advertising. You've heard the phrase, meant as a compliment, that some salesmen are so good they could sell ice to eskimos? That's not something praiseworthy -- that is the description of a criminal con. He is a idiot, as he thinks everyone believes him.
Self : I don't know. He seems to know not everyone does. After all, those who do not bow before him he calls traitors and criminals.
Me : Yeah. So did Hitler. And most other dictators in history.
Self : So, is he a white supremacist?
Me : No. He is a Trump supremacist. He just happens to be white. He hates all races and genders equally. He is power hungry, a narcissistic egotist, and he will pretend to be the friend of anyone who can further his aims in that direction. Unless they indicate disagreement with him in anything ; then, they are the enemy of the people ( meaning a Trump. He recognizes only Trumps as people ).
Self : He seems to change his mind a lot, too.
Me: Well, he really has no mind. What he wants or doesn't want to do, what he likes or dislikes, is dependent on whom he has had contact with in the last five minutes and whether or not they praised him. And, of course, if he can personally benefit from it. If someone he liked told him that his 'ratings' would go up if he poked himself in the eye with a sharp stick, he likely would not do it. But he would seriously consider it. Then, try to find a way to poke someone else in the eye, and blame it on someone else.
Self : You know, he seems to be so transparent, I have to wonder how he managed to get elected?
Me : Well, because, he also learned from television that millions of Americans are easily fooled and tricked as long as the one doing the tricking lives expensively and indicates wealth. Americans have developed a nasty habit of worshiping money over anything else, equate wealth with knowledge, and are easily deluded into thinking they have the same chances.
Self : Well, isn't that the ideal of America? That everyone has a equal opportunity?
Me : It is the great lie of America. Certainly, that was the ideal it was founded upon, but just like all ideals, it was easily subverted by a developing class system. One that guaranteed that entry into that class was only to be allowed to those approved by those already there, and since those already there had no intention of sharing, it became further restricted. We came close to that ideal, in the 20 year period following World War 2, but too many Americans were doing too well. This bothered the upper class, who set out to regain control and eliminate any threat they imagined. Middle class were becoming too uncomfortably close to living as well as the upper class, and this caused much anguish and gnashing of teeth.
Self : So, those with the most already, figured out how to harness the developing media marketing and get the middle and even poverty classes to hand everything over?
Me : Yep. Something like that. Or, you know, maybe it was aliens.
Self : Aliens?
Me: Yeah, like Martians, or them sneaky Venusians. I hear they can be particularly nasty when aroused.
Self : Are you sure you're exactly sane?
Me : Jury is still out on that. I'll have my people call your people when I know.
Self : Hmm. Something tells me we are our people.
Me : There ya go. Hey, maybe we should ask the subconscious. What's he doing these days?
Self : Last I knew, he was playing vampire at a coastal college.
Me : That sick bastard. Knew there was a reason I never invited him anywhere.
Yes, as I said, sometimes I talk to myself. I never claimed the conversations were profound, now, did I?
Self: What ya thinking?
Me: Nothing. Why? Who is that?
Self: Me.
Me: Can't be. I'm me.
Self: Ok, we can do this all day. I'm bored. What about this Mueller report?
Me: Mueller? Mueller?
Self: Don't bother. I didn't hear any horses neighing when I said it, either. This report, that everyone has been so anxiously awaiting ; what ya think of it?
Me: Nothing, haven't seen it yet. No one who needs to see it has seen it.
Self: The Attorney General has. He wrote a summary.
Me: Like I said--no one who needs to see it has seen it. Right now, it looks as if the House will have to call out the militia to go in and get it.
Self : Hmmm. Can they do that?
Me: How do I know? No, I don't think so. Or, yes, maybe. Anyway, doesn't matter; the investigation showed a lot via the indictments and guilty pleas from all the parties so far. There are certain parties now who would rather that Congress does not see it in it's entirety.
Self: President seems to think it 'vindicates' him.
Me: Of course he does. His Attorney General wrote a summary. Says no more indictments recommended. Says no evidence that President 'colluded'. As for obstruction, nothing in it to exonerate him, either. Far as he and his loyal minions are concerned, that's all we need to know--he's vindicated.
Self: The Attorney General, though, has had the report since Mar. 22nd ; today is March 28th, and the best he can do is tell Congress he is going to give them another summary. Why do you suppose they aren't releasing it?
Me: Well, see, they are busy, busy guys, and maybe they can only read a page per day. And, you know, there are supposed to be national security issues within it, so those have to be looked at and redacted if necessary....plus, you know, the President has this Emergency at the southern border, and world oil prices, and...
Self: Let me stop you there. I smell the strong odor of fresh bullshit.
Me: You have a pretty good sense of smell, I take it.
Self : Same one you have, idiot.
Me: I only have your word for that. Reminds me, I need to blow my nose.
Self: I see he says he will close the southern border.
Me : Yeah. Not sure how he thinks he can do that. I guess he thinks it's just a big door. Anyway, he says it's all Mexico's fault now, cause they didn't stop immigrants, and he isn't making all the money from drug trafficking or something.
Self : So, do you really think he's as stupid as he acts?
Me: No. He is a moron, but he has learned one thing in his wasted life ; he learned marketing. He learned the con game, the world of television advertising. You've heard the phrase, meant as a compliment, that some salesmen are so good they could sell ice to eskimos? That's not something praiseworthy -- that is the description of a criminal con. He is a idiot, as he thinks everyone believes him.
Self : I don't know. He seems to know not everyone does. After all, those who do not bow before him he calls traitors and criminals.
Me : Yeah. So did Hitler. And most other dictators in history.
Self : So, is he a white supremacist?
Me : No. He is a Trump supremacist. He just happens to be white. He hates all races and genders equally. He is power hungry, a narcissistic egotist, and he will pretend to be the friend of anyone who can further his aims in that direction. Unless they indicate disagreement with him in anything ; then, they are the enemy of the people ( meaning a Trump. He recognizes only Trumps as people ).
Self : He seems to change his mind a lot, too.
Me: Well, he really has no mind. What he wants or doesn't want to do, what he likes or dislikes, is dependent on whom he has had contact with in the last five minutes and whether or not they praised him. And, of course, if he can personally benefit from it. If someone he liked told him that his 'ratings' would go up if he poked himself in the eye with a sharp stick, he likely would not do it. But he would seriously consider it. Then, try to find a way to poke someone else in the eye, and blame it on someone else.
Self : You know, he seems to be so transparent, I have to wonder how he managed to get elected?
Me : Well, because, he also learned from television that millions of Americans are easily fooled and tricked as long as the one doing the tricking lives expensively and indicates wealth. Americans have developed a nasty habit of worshiping money over anything else, equate wealth with knowledge, and are easily deluded into thinking they have the same chances.
Self : Well, isn't that the ideal of America? That everyone has a equal opportunity?
Me : It is the great lie of America. Certainly, that was the ideal it was founded upon, but just like all ideals, it was easily subverted by a developing class system. One that guaranteed that entry into that class was only to be allowed to those approved by those already there, and since those already there had no intention of sharing, it became further restricted. We came close to that ideal, in the 20 year period following World War 2, but too many Americans were doing too well. This bothered the upper class, who set out to regain control and eliminate any threat they imagined. Middle class were becoming too uncomfortably close to living as well as the upper class, and this caused much anguish and gnashing of teeth.
Self : So, those with the most already, figured out how to harness the developing media marketing and get the middle and even poverty classes to hand everything over?
Me : Yep. Something like that. Or, you know, maybe it was aliens.
Self : Aliens?
Me: Yeah, like Martians, or them sneaky Venusians. I hear they can be particularly nasty when aroused.
Self : Are you sure you're exactly sane?
Me : Jury is still out on that. I'll have my people call your people when I know.
Self : Hmm. Something tells me we are our people.
Me : There ya go. Hey, maybe we should ask the subconscious. What's he doing these days?
Self : Last I knew, he was playing vampire at a coastal college.
Me : That sick bastard. Knew there was a reason I never invited him anywhere.
Yes, as I said, sometimes I talk to myself. I never claimed the conversations were profound, now, did I?
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