Whack Fuck Golf...Part 1

An old friend of mine coined the term, “Whack Fuck Golf” to describe the noisy, overbearing, golfer decked out in the best clothes, playing the most expensive clubs, and demanding attention as he strolls up to the first tee. He takes a mighty swing, you hear the whack of the club hitting the ball which dribbles ten feet to the right, he yells, “…Awwww fuck…” as the ball rolls down the cart path.  That’s whack fuck golf and a reasonably accurate description of Trump and his first 100 days in office. From his cabinet picks, which ranged from questionably qualified onto, you must be kidding me, to several who climbed out of a clown car, the die was cast. All shared one overriding characteristic-- an absolute loyalty to Trump rather than the constitution or the rule of law. As Governor Earl Long of Louisiana once said, of his advisors and cronies, “…the finest group of yes men you ever laid eyes on…” Trump has no intention of hearing the words, unconstitutional, illegal, unethical, or don’t do it. The last time advisors were chosen for absolute, unbending loyalty to a leader over the principals of law, the oath was sworn in German, it was called the Fuehrer Oath, and it was sworn to Adolph Hitler. Granted, Trump inherited problems-- undocumented migrants flooding the country, gasoline and grocery prices on an unhealthy climb, and crime running rampant partially due to liberal bond and sentencing guidelines that were moronic, wars in Ukraine and Gaza. Inheriting problems was no big deal, he had a back pocket full of quick fixes. Everyone knows, or should know, promises made on the campaign trail are about as reliable as “roller food” at the gas station, so people don’t expect much, but Trump has hit the ground running and MAGA is thrilled. He pardoned the riffraff that trashed the Capitol Building, put those uppity black people like Jackie Robinson back in their place, appointed a cabinet of God-fearing, upstanding, lackies that worship him, and deported everybody he could find that speaks Spanish. That last part will play well until all the centrist voters who crossed over and elected Trump can’t find anybody to roof their house, mow their yard, trim the trees, or get the crops out of the field. His next step was to turn to Elon Musk, the pasty-faced Mathematics nerd. You remember him from high school, the poster boy for school shootings, the guy who got bullied by all the boys, and the girls avoided because he was creepy? Well, Trump turned him loose to remake the federal government. Elon fired thousands of people, most of them got quietly re-hired a week later because they were the only ones who knew how the day-to-day government worked--which end the coal went in and which end the steam came out. Then, Trump shifted to foreign policy; he’d promised on Day One he’d end the wars in Ukraine and Gaza. The last time I looked, they were still merrily killing each other in both places. World leaders avoid saying what they think publicly because the guy has nuclear weapons and they’re pretty sure he’s batshit crazy. So, they’ll ignore him, smile, say the right things publicly, then walk away shaking their heads and making masturbation motions with their right hand, they’ve got Trump’s number…. Next time in Part 2, we’ll talk about Trump, tariffs and The Manchurian Candidate….