Have you ever met anyone who had the future of the world in their hands? I mean literally. I mean someone who could decide whether or not to do something that could trigger World War III. The thing is, I have. Once upon a time, I knew Donald Trump. Personally. Not like I just ran into him, like a guy at the next urinal. No, I worked with him. As a lawyer, I even represented him (but not for long). And now, that same guy has the future of the world in his hands.
And here’s the most important part. The guy I knew. The guy with the future of the world in his hands (his tiny hands, by the way) as then as he remains now an incomprehensibly Gigantic Asshole.
Who is the most Monstrous Moron that you’ve ever known. You know, a person who cared not one whit about anything or anybody but themselves. A person who stole the test answers but then didn’t let anybody else see them. A person who never paid you back or even acknowledged that they owed you anything. Think about that person. Now think about that person’s capacity for rational judgment. Finally, imagine that that person, that very same despicable ignoramus, can now decide the future of the world.
That imagined scenario is not hypothetical. We are now living it.
You like to plan for the lives that your kids and your grandkids will lead. You try your best to be a good example for them. You hope that the way you live your life will be a guidepost to how they will live theirs. Well, buckle up, buckaroo. Your best efforts may be to no avail. Why? Maybe because we have no idea what their future will be. But right now, more likely because the most selfish dullard you have ever met is deciding if they will have any future at all.
Whose fault is this? I think it is mostly ours. We sixties generation were going to bring about a peaceful and loving world. Not that such a quest was going to be easy. But, we’ve been in charge for a while, and we haven’t even come close. And more than that, the Oblivious Ogre in charge is one of us.
Let’s hope it’s not too late. Let’s hope that by a twist of the cosmos, whether caused by some supernatural intention or by some arbitrary force, saves the world through events that prevent the Colossal Colon from having his hand in any of it.
Let’s all sing together
He’s got the whole world in his tiny hands
He’s got the whole world in his tiny hands
He’s got the whole world in his tiny hands
May it not fail as bigly as his brands
We were right 