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I heard about that Hitlerian Hungary declaration of war against LGBTQ this morning (read article) and was beyond being aghast. This is an awful reaction. We aren’t even surprised by such news anymore, because it is so expected both here and in countries like Hungary. The world is as divided as it was in WWII, and it is divided in a way we should have anticipated. Unlike during that world war when we were joined with nations fighting to save the world from a ruthless dictatorship, as a country we are on the wrong side.
We have a president who postures as being on the side of the angels, even being a godhead himself, but if you want to go there to relgious mythology, he is Satan in disguise.
The news keeps mounting. Looking at RawStory is a good way to keep up because they are so current with breaking news - by now "Entire embassies to be closed as Trump looks to cut State Dept. budget by nearly half" is way down the page. Now the top story is 'We're living through hell' and 'it's all downhill from here': Trump-covering reporter."
This will change during the day, but this is how RawStory looks as I write this:
As I post this here’s their top story:
Every day there is a barrage of horror raining down on us like burning chunks of lava from an erupting volcano.
I am reminded of the Dr. Seuss book “Batholomew and the Oobleck.” In the book the gooey green stuff coming down didn’t incinerate people. Note that in the story there is an arrogant king and the kingdom is saved by a young boy.
Here’s a summary of the plot from Wiki:
The book opens with an explanation of how people in the Kingdom of Didd still talk about "the year the King got angry with the sky". Throughout the year, the king of Didd, Theobald Thindner Derwin, gets angry at rain in spring, sun in summer, fog in autumn, and snow in winter because he wants something new to come down from the sky, but his personal advisor and page boy, Bartholomew Cubbins, is a bit too uncomfortable to agree with it. The king gets the idea that he can rule the sky, being the king, and he orders Bartholomew to summon the Royal Magicians, who announce that they can make a substance called Oobleck, which will not look anything at all like the regular weather. That evening, the magicians make the substance at their cave at Mystic Mountain Neeka-tave and release it into the atmosphere.
The next morning, the Oobleck starts falling from the sky. When the King sees it, he is overjoyed. He declares the day a holiday and orders Bartholomew to tell the Royal Bell Ringer to announce the occasion, but the bell will not ring; the Oobleck turns out to be both gelatinous and adhesive, and it has gummed up the bell. When Bartholomew sees a robin trapped and paralyzed in her nest by the Oobleck, he decides to warn the kingdom. The Royal Trumpeter tries to sound the alarm, but gets his hand stuck in his horn while pulling a blockage of Oobleck from it. Bartholomew tells the Captain of the Guards to warn the kingdom, but the captain, determined to prove that he's not afraid of the Oobleck, scoops some up with his sword and eats it, only to get his mouth stuck and breathe out sticky green bubbles. In the meantime, the Oobleck is falling in larger quantities than before, and is now threatening to flood the kingdom. Soon, it starts spilling into the palace as well, and pretty soon, no matter how Bartholomew tries to warn them, everybody is stuck to it and flopping about in the goo. So Bartholomew decides to ask the king for advice to save the Kingdom of Didd from the falling Oobleck.
In the throne room, the king, now covered in Oobleck, orders Bartholomew to summon the magicians to stop the storm of gooey Oobleck, but Bartholomew delivers the bad news that "their cave on Mountain Neeka-tave is buried deep in Oobleck". The king gets the idea to use the magicians' magic words "Shuffle Duffle Muzzle Muff" (but there are more unknown words) to stop the Oobleck, but he cannot remember the whole incantation, and, in any case, he is not a magician. A much-more confident Bartholomew scolds the king for ignoring him in favor of the falling Oobleck and making such a foolish wish, and he tells him to apologize for the mess his wish has caused. The king is reluctant at first, but belts out a tearful apology after Bartholomew tells him he's "no sort of king at all" if he and his subjects are drowning in Oobleck and he won't own up to his mistakes. Immediately after the king says those simple words in tears and sobs, "I'm Sorry", the Oobleck storm disappears and the sun melts away all the green slime. The king rings the bell proclaiming the day a holiday, honored not to Oobleck, but honored to rain, sun, fog, and snow—the four things that have always come down from the sky. After that, Bartholomew is hailed a hero for saving the kingdom, with the help of the king.
Then my own fantasy gets dark and I think about how Stephen King would write a similar story. The kids would still save the country like they did from an alien invasion in “Dreamcatcher.”
Dr. Seuss or Stephen King, we have no one to count on to save the country, and the world, from Donald Trump.