Is it Safe?

 America's Favorite President? As my old partner John Shirley used to say, "My ass. In two parts."

I was never clear on what that meant, but John, whose radar for bullshit is even more sensitive than mine, has a California vernacular that I've just learned to go along with. My Goofy Foot, notwithstanding.

But today, Saturday June 13 (as I write this) is about schadenfreude. 

And savoring the excruciating humiliation suffered by President Shitzenpants. Because less than a year after he unabashedly slapped his corrosive name atop the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, once regarded as the mecca and most prestigious venue for American culture -- what's left of it -- his name came crashing down. 

But before it did and in typical Trumpian fashion, there were delays and legal maneuvers in a supremely vain attempt to stop the procedure. Also in Trumpian fashion, all his litigiousness was for naught. In the same way his $10 billion lawsuit against America failed. In the same way, his attempts to overturn the 2020 election failed. In the same way his trumped up indictment against James Comey failed.

Every thing he touches turns to shit. Including himself. 

I, and thousands, no billions, no trillions of people couldn't be happier.

Actually we could.

Because the proceedings didn't take place until 3 AM when those trillions of people had turned off their YouTube Live Feed and abandoned the watch parties to see the MAGA excrement once again scraped off the walls of our DC edifices.

To make sure no one but the lime colored-vested workers witnessed the detrumpification, our thin-skinned president, whose hands are turning blue from all the handshaking, had the workers shield the operation with a huge white tarp. That tarp, probably costing a few hundred thousand dollars or enough SNAP benefits for 831 families, was paid for by you and I. 

Hardly a big deal, because the intrepid Trump hater can easily Google up a video of similar Trump tumor removals elsewhere. Enjoy this one for example: https://abcnews.com/video/43577652/

The point, which he and his followers never get, is we don't need to see how the sausage is made. We have the faculty for critical thinking. And the results speak for themselves. 

So he can self soothe himself by stroking the honorary Purple Heart he awarded himself. Or stroke the Nobel Peace prize which was given to him by his Venezuelan puppet. Or savor the FIFA WORLD PEACE PRIZE sponsored by Tostitos Salsa Scoopers Corn Chips.

Today, sanity and the Rule of Law were victorious. That is until his next desecration of America.