F*cking Obscene

This is happening. 

When it was first spoken of I thought it'd be another fever dream of the most powerful ManBaby in the World™, like seizing Greenland. Or Canada. Or Panama ("I like their hats, good for windy days and my luxurious hair.")

But, it's true.  The rigs for the lighting, the cage for the stage and the bleachers for the leachers are all being trucked in to the White House grounds. I wonder how meticulous they'll be about scanning the equipment for bugs and microphones and hidden cameras. Or have Russia and China stopped doing all that spyware because they're such goods friends with our 80 year old "I Want A Birthday Party" senile president?

I hardly have the words for this idiocracy. Suffice to say, look at the photo on Trump's face. Is that not the same look as Billy Mumy in the Twilight Zone's epic "It's a Good Life."

Dignity has been banished to the cornfield, if I may.

This is UFC Fighting. Where combatants beat each other to a pulp, snap limbs and bring a man to the brink of fatality, all for the sado-masochistic pleasure of our low-rent leader and trailer park Kool Aid drinking crowd. It's like one of those ancient Roman Empire Dictators -- don't ask me which one -- who appeased the proletariat with blood lust, centuries before the guillotine, public hangings and 2 hour rambling State of the Union addresses.

That is not to say that I am exempt from the joys of pugilism and have to ask myself would it have been different if it were a Heavyweight Boxing match? Yes, yes it would.

I'm old enough to remember the classic Ali-Frazier fights. They had a certain majesty about them. As well as a hint of authenticity. Movies were made about top boxers. To this day, if Raging Bull comes across the transom on any of my screens, I can be counted on to sit through its entirety.

I even enjoyed a small taste for the sport when I began participating in my Karate studio Wednesday night sparring. When two karate students step onto the mat to fight, none of the well rehearsed elaborate moves with fancy names like "Captured Leaves" or "Crushing Hammer" or "Leaping Crane" come into play. 

Instead, the karate fighters trade punches, like boxers. Noting my then stocky build and equally stocky mustache, my black belt teachers and compadres suggested I looked like John Sullivan.

"Yeah, put up yur dukes!"

With regards to upcoming shameful fight being foisted upon the White House former Rose Garden, this is none of that. This is Christians being thrown to the lions type shit. This is what's being done to the People's House.

I'm reminded of what Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart said, "I can't tell you what obscenity is, but I know it when I see it."