Striking a Chord #MomWasRight #Whiplash

I swear… I’m sending Face Book and the Drumpster a bill for the whiplash I’ve suffered since last Tuesday’s mandate to #MakeAmericaAJoke.

And just when you think the news can’t get any worse… well, by gum it does.

burnttoastFrom the DAILY KOS: Paul Ryan says Medicare is “toast” and plans on “… replacing it [with] private insurance with subsidies to help seniors afford the private insurance.” Joan Carter has been following Ryan’s war on seniors and his claims that Medicare is broken when in fact it’s not (lies? *facepalm*). She posits the question: will Trump, who has actually said he will leave Social Security and Medicare intact, allow Ryan free rein to strip seniors of a necessary safety net?

Oh oh oh!!! I know the answer to that one!

Yeah, he will.


Because Trump sees himself as the CEO of a corporation currently known as The United States of America, a position that allows him to delegate responsibility for the day-to-day operations via a select set of trusted VPs (cabinet, Supreme Court, appointed government posts) and operational managers like House Speaker Paul Ryan who happens to have a hard-on for dismantling Medicare.

photo-3Can you really see Trump taking the time to read, and thoroughly understand, a several hundred page tome that constitutes the next Budget proposal, in the bowels of which will be provisions to kill Medicare and seriously gut Social Security and a bucket list of other social programs? I didn’t think so. But his handlers will, make no mistake about it. He’ll be given the Cliff Notes for the Functionally Illiterate and consider himself gold.

Let’s parse this puppy…

Coupla troubling things here: “private insurance” and “subsidies” must be tied together because seniors on social security will NOT be able to afford the rates, ergo government will have to step in to “help” them. And since Social Security is also under attack (not will be, not maybe it could be, it is RIGHT NOW), that concept of safety net just got blown out of the water.

Now, since that’s a big “kaching” when you float the subsidies balloon, the whole argument about Medicare costing too much or the system being broken certainly sounds like a lot of hooey to me.

Sadly, for seniors (of which I have to count myself) it’s as far from hooey as you can get. Let me remind you that I’ve spent 45 years paying into Social Security, then Medicare, via payroll taxes. That’s six figures of income I coughed up in order to have a safety net in my so-called golden years. [That gold tarnished, who knew?] I’ll never get that back, never. But I willing supported a system that provided a modicum of support to *all* citizens, not just myself.

That’s called having a social conscience.

stock-illustration-9380095-old-lady-with-walker-266x300Privatizing all that means you, me and your granny with the walker will be subject to the greed and vagaries of a market devoid of social conscience and fully committed to lining the pockets of the 0.5% controlling the world’s wealth.

You thought, by electing an outsider, a successful businessman [sic] who could right the economic wrongs you perceive as being more important than liberty, equality and justice for all by sweeping aside the Old Guard in favor of… SHINY!… that the end justified the means.

Guess what. That SHINY just selected his first string from a cesspool of possibilities comprised of ALL the Old Guard you thought you were voting against!


Lobbyists (but but but… that’s all I could find in DC,  but… we’ll phase them out after they assume the mantle of legitimacy and dig their greedy little talons further into the trough of power and influence *eyeroll*).

White Supremacists: didn’t you see that coming? Bannon, dear sweet lord… Bannon and his mouthpiece, BREITBART. He’s a nutter of the first rank. Anti-Blacks. Anti-Semitic. Anti-Muslim. Anti-women. He wants us gals off the internet to save entitled white guys from having so much contention in their lives. Women whine and do go on dontcha know. Who needs that shit in their lives. They’re also ugly and unstable when they’re on birth control.

Trump claims to “cherish women” [ranked by tits and ass, of course… I mean a guy’s got standards when it comes to grabbing him some decent pussy] and avers he’s “the least racist person I know.”

*cough cough* This, from Politico:

“I have black guys counting my money. … I hate it,” Trump told John R. O’Donnell, the former president of Trump Plaza Hotel & Casino, according O’Donnell’s account in his 1991 book “Trumped!” “The only guys I want counting my money are short guys that wear yarmulkes all day.”

Bannon is now Trump’s CHIEF STRATEGIST. And a long-time personal friend of your new SHINY.

corpman-apple_1You may be under the delusion that what Trump says and does are two different things, and that’s just politics as usual. Um, wasn’t that why you voted, to get rid of “politics as usual”?

You say give him a chance. See what he can do. Sure, let’s see how well it works out with Trump spending half his time in his Penthouse, while Pence takes over the reins of government. Not de facto, but the actual, real, authoritarian reins.

Speaking of Penthouse, have you seen his digs? I mean, talk about conspicuous consumption! A real man of the people, that.

Trump sees himself as a CEO and CEOs exist at the whims of boards of directors and shareholders who own the largest blocks of shares by which they control the nature and course of a corporation.

Reality check, boys and girls. That ain’t you and it ain’t me.

So who and what is this SHINY you elected. He contradicts himself from one breath to the next. He displays his ignorance with every utterance. And despite that, you bought his vague promise to make it great, that “It’s gonna be wonderful.”

**Walls became fences.

**He’ll keep parts of Obamacare, which—for those of you keeping track—he PROMISED to kill in one fell swoop in his first 100 days. Totally. Completely. Erased. Gone. Sorta, maybe, hmmm, might keep that… dunno, we’ll see.

**Backpedaling on threats to jail his opponent: After arousing a mighty furor amongst his supporters [“Lock her up! Lock her up!”] , including threats of violence, post-election he’s all smoochies and owes Hillary Clinton a “debt of gratitude.”  “Trump never meant a word of what he said.”  In short, he lied.

14947536_636299503222373_5094078586191075445_n**Total ban on Muslims: his apologist, Stephen Cheung whines… “We never said ‘all’ Muslims.”

**Bringing back law and order: when protests erupted nationwide, SHINY whined they were all professional, paid protestors! [By-the-by, I’m waiting for my check to arrive in the mail, any day now.]

So, if you accept (you voted, so yeah, that’s a big yes) that Trump rode into a position of power on the tail of political expediency, aka business as usual (do I really need to keep reminding you this is THE major broken promise?), and you didn’t give a royal fuck… then how the hell do you reconcile the man from the mountain of lies he spews on a daily basis?

You say **you** aren’t a racist, a misogynist, a homophobe, a sexual predator… but you’re willing to ignore that Trump *is* all of these things and that’s okay, because when push comes to shove…it’s the economy, stupid.


And you can’t/won’t listen to the rest of us who are shell-shocked and terrified as we watch the dismantling of the American Dream in favor of your thirteen pieces of silver.


And then, the final insult… Trump looks at the camera, and spews the biggest bald-faced lie on God’s green earth: “Don’t be afraid.”

Well, as my Mom used to say…



About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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2 Responses to Striking a Chord #MomWasRight #Whiplash

  1. Richard Pieters says:

    I’m glad you have the cojones to write and say what I/we feel and see and know. I’ve been struck dumb. You’re my voice. Thank you!


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