“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round…” if you have ever had a child enrolled in Pre School, been a counselor at a Day Camp, or observed very young Toddlers playing together, or worse been stuck in traffic, with nudgy kids in the back rows of your car, you have either sung the lyrics to this song, or been the audience for a presentation of this song, which can haunt you for hours to days. Imagine all the parts of a bus that make a sound, and then imagine singing loudly and proudly about each and every one! There are two exceptions to this merry tune; the first, nothing happens to the driver, (God forbid if so the bus might crash,) and the second, an important feature IS, that no one gets thrown under the bus! (Imagine those lyrics, the stooge on the bus gets thrown under the bus, crunch, crunch, crunch, CRUNCH!
Just as the phrase, “It was a dark and stormy night,” is too often used as an example for a very poorly written introduction to any piece of literature, the cliché of “throwing someone under the bus,” can be as annoying as the infamous “like fingernails on a chalkboard!” There is a point of exaggeration, annoyance, but if in fact you just read the words for the sheer value of each and every word in that sentence…is truly makes a good point…someone is explaining a simple action, which causes a similar uneasy result!
In the Game of Trump, one may, when a dark and stormy night seems the only kind of weather around, may be thrown under the bus, and as their bodies are trampled on the screech coming from their voices at times does sound like fingernails scratched on a chalkboard. The SS Trump is still sailing, there are rats still feeding on the bowels of the hull, on bribes, blackmail, treason, tyranny, lies and lecherous, malicious machinations, but a few well-fed rats, sitting in the fray, but still above some of the rat poop, are finding life rafts and jumping into the water,(still wearing their pearls and necklaces and $5000 suits.) But in the Land of Trump, a dark foreboding, foggy-headed and empty-hearted unempathetic narcissistic black hole of a landscape, the population has suddenly become infested with the paranoid proposition that there are not enough scapegoats to blame, so the Inquisition of extermination must begin. And thus, as most madmen run rampant, and as the Red Queen in Wonderland proclaimed…” off with their heads.” Sadly the guillotine is unavailable, so the Orange Bus is the weapon of choice…and as the wheels on the bus go round and round, bodies of once thought of buddies are thrown and left to die!
