Dancing With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

In diplomatic terms, comity is an association of nations for mutual benefit. With Donald Trump, we have left the concept piled atop dirty snow on the other side of America’s door.

We want walls, preferably big, beautiful walls. We tear up agreements that are working, and to which our historically close friends have signed. We put immigrant kids in cages.

We short-change everyone’s future by disavowing science. We are, in essence, the bully Biff in “Back to the Future”. We’re not nice, or gracious, or, in fact, genuine.

We are misanthropes at the gates of mankind.

We have become that dated and famous cliche’: “The Ugly American”, a late 1950s scathing criticism of US abroad. We are no longer George Bush’s “kinder, gentler” America. We are damned diabolical.

We claim ourselves a religious people — “one nation, under God” — but yet when it comes to the most cherished of godly principles, we allow them to be trampled asunder.

This is with the help of the revered Billy Graham’s boy, Franklin, and other hypocrites who have the collective memory of a fruit fly with dementia. Surveys show 75 per cent of God-fearing evangelicals still support the crotch grabber.

We’re also something else: Stupid beyond belief.

No, not all of us, probably not even a majority. I don’t include anyone who has read this far, and has not blown a wing-nut gasket. I’m also okay with someone tsk-tsking, and smiling inwardly, “He’s just another libtard.”

But this indictment is not just my opinion. It’s the thoughts of a number of Republicans in leadership who cower before the fat, lazy Lizard of Oz, Donald. This is, using Trump’s own Tweet signature, “Sad.”

At cocktail parties, we are told, GOPers snicker, sigh and whisper about the latest Trump fumble as they nibble artichoke bread and pate de foie gras while balancing a china plate and a glass of Chardonnay.

Yes, Republican grownups are embarrassed, but not sufficiently to have a Joseph McCarthy “have you no sense of decency, sir” moment, or even a bipartisan Watergate flashback.

They are a truly a noisy majority — among a larger minority — with polls saying 85 per cent of Republicans support the yellow-haired cretin with the trigger Twitter fingers.

Let’s face it: The situation with the Donald is our great, horrible nightmare being carried out in cinemascope and surround sound. We ignore it at our peril.

Bear with me through this Donald gobbledygook soundbite from a Veterans’ event in Missouri in the last few days:

“Just stick with us, don’t believe the crap you see from these people, the fake news. Just remember, what you are seeing and what you are reading is not what’s happening.”

This from the man who lies 6.5 times a day, according to those news sources Donald asks us to ignore. Even Fox News is catching on to the con man, questioning blind allegiance to the reality star in the face of the obvious.

If what Trump said in Missouri doesn’t have a dystopian, Orwellian ring to it, your very soul is dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight.

His words are a reminder that we are at the cliff’s edge, and the dance is a death waltz for American democracy.

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I am a novelist, painter, songwriter and essayist but my day job is elevating the profile of authors, entertainers and business executives.

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