Your house, large structure, lots of wood for the framing and foundation. One day you notice on the carpeted floor of your office, the place where you conduct work, the kind of business which helps pay for this fine mansion, one you inherited from your parents, and the same place you hope the next generation of you will inhabit, that the plush blue carpet has a pile of what looks like sand, only to discover as you make the effort to bend down and investigate, is not sand at all but fine, fine, teeny, tiny pieces of wood. Your first response, what the hell. You then investigate, the items on your desk, anything broken, anything out of place. Noticing nothing, you create a C shape with your thumb and index finger placing that C concoction under your chin, wondering aloud, as that A-HAH moment roils up your throat with a gurgle at first, the gurgle motivates your cheeks, instigating your tongue to fervently rattle inside your mouth and immediately you shout out loud, to no one but yourself, TERMITES! The words cause great consternation, a bit of an itchy sensation as if those damn vermin are now crawling up your pant legs, you do the right foot then left foot shuffle just to make sure, and still creeped out you pace the entire office, looking for more piles of sandy fine wood, actually hoping to find none, and suddenly you feel invaded, the next words are a choice of a few, “how the…” “but I hired the bug guys…” “I have always been proactive…” and finally not seeing any other clue as to the invasion of the termites, you swear you will call the termite people and keep the checks and balances so necessary for the continuation of a home with peace, purpose and prosperity. But as you exit your office, your spouse, reminds you of a dinner engagement, a child’s play at school, a retirement dinner for a friend, or that the movie the two of you MUST see is finally on pay per view. You shut your office door, and you assume your life and the life inside your house will go on as planned!
Trump is still an embarrassment to this nation. He can use the Constitution as his personal lower extremity means of hygiene, yet somehow he is protected to do so. He acts as the Imperial President, Obama had been accused of, and no one Dem or Republican has gone on each and every news outlet to protest. His popularity poll numbers are low. He lies, owns up to spreading false reports, is an idiot who thrives on ratings. He has left piles and piles of termite dust in the White House, we know it is infected…yet with each new day we act surprised as if THIS time it is the final straw, and some how like home owner whose mansion is falling silently apart, we do nothing, we say a lot threat a lot, but do nothing…as if life will somehow go on as planned!
