I had the Inauguration on in the background as I worked from home today. It was as uneventful as I thought it would be. I am relieved the 25,000 troops that were brought in for what appeared to me to be a dog-faced pony show at least got to see Lady Gaga in her Hunger Games outfit and typical cast of career politicians in coordinating outfits looking so proper. I mean, talk about 14 days late and a dollar short! The show of force AFTER 1/6, seemed a heck of a lot like taking the pill after you are already pregnant, but I am sure there was a reason for it. (I mean … no reason I will ever know because things in D.C. often seem weird to me and then when I say that people call me a conspiracy theorist or paranoid). Apparently, only Oliver Stone is cool for not buying everything they portray, so I will drop it because I don’t want to end up in one of Katie Couric’s reprogramming camps. Of which, I am imagining as run by Matt Lauer showing old reruns of The Apprentice and shocking me with his creepy desk buzzer every time I smile.
Today we got to see the Washington D.C. we expect — a return to normalcy. A parade of well-clad people that smirked behind walls (that were immoral and don’t work), protected by armed men with guns (that are bad). It was a return to the decency of smiling to your face while setting policies that will put your lights out while enriching themselves. Alas, the return of career politicians that pander to the side they are supposedly on while catering to super pacs and big corporations because that’s who finances their campaigns. BUT, they will be classier in the process of repeating the cycle Washington D.C. has ran for years, and isn’t that what matters most? We don’t care how they screw us to serve themselves, we just need them to be more well-spoken while doing so.
That return to normal made some sigh a huge breathe of relief and others puke a little in their mouth. It’ a pretty wide range of emotions. I could hear the speeches faintly in the background, every once in a while I would walk by the television and catch a commentator crying (cringe, there’s no crying in television! Stop that crap!) And, the one word that I kept hearing repeated over and over again … “unity”.
Do you know what I heard?
If you have never watched the Dave Chappelle’s entire ‘Unity Ring” bit, you are missing out on a good laugh that many of us may need today. I would post the entire thing here, but it would offend someone. And, since I am now not certain if offending someone warrants getting dragged off the a deprogramming camp, I will just post the highlight.
Unity! Unity? Are we going to come together now that the swamp has returned all its proper creatures to their rightful slimy places of power? Is the press going to be able to survive four years of asking what flavor ice cream he likes or giggling like school girls while asking Vice President Harris how to address her husband.
*Giggle, blush* – Is it Second Husband? Or, is it First Second Husband? BARF.
I am going to ruin the suspense … no.
Now, I would very much prefer we stop ripping each other to shreds over manufactured differences and biases that don’t actually exist. It would be fantastic if we could go back to the run-of-the-mill discourse that never went much further than calling someone an idiot. Oh … the good old days … when you could simply call someone a moron and move on. I miss those days. I’ve called many people a moron in debates and stayed friends with them — primarily because they were morons — but, whatever.
I think a lot will have to depend on the rhetoric the current D.C. creatures continue to spew out like Linda Blair after a full meal. I think a bit will depend if the media wants to keep chucking that same rhetoric at people for ratings. And, I think the remainder will depend on which promises Biden is going to choose to keep or break. Let’s face it, he got his votes because he wasn’t Trump. I view him now as the strawman stuck between the moderates tugging on one side and the extreme socialist tugging at the other side. And, then the poor guy is just there in the middle like, “Wait, where’s Hunter? Don’t give that kid another damn laptop.”
I think if the rhetoric dies down and we stop with the below the belt antics and accusations, if people would stop mentioning reprogramming camps and trying to strip people of degrees, if big tech would stop targeting only Conservatives … well, we still won’t unite. BUT, it can be more of the Rick James and Charlie Murphy kind of fights again.
Also, if you really want unity … un-ban Trump from PornHub. (That one was just rude)
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