"A tyrant does not make his tyranny possible. It is made by the people, not otherwise" - Jack Parsons
It's late Independence Day's eve and America's dotard"Commander in Chief" is perhaps giddily beside himself in anticipation of pulling off what's got to be among the most salacious of any mid-elementary school-age boy's Freudian fantasy: a full-blast military parade. Yep. He's ordered up the whole shebang: the Blue Angels, Bradley Fighting Vehicles, Abrams battle tanks, multitudes of multi-star generals, weapons parades, military honor guards, stealth fighter flyovers and of course, fireworks.
I'll let others be the judge as to what the desire for such a grandiloquent display of lethal military capability reveals about the psyche of a figure hailed as "god emperor" by many of his supporters. But in making any judgment, one must take into account that the figure being ostensibly force-feted this Independence Day by "my generals" - as he like to call them - is the same individual who, when called to step forward to serve in his country's military, chose instead to stand down.
Bone spurs, he claimed. Had a doctor's note to prove it. And so, cleared of service to his country via a doctor's note later determined to be phony, he then embarked upon what he later characterized as his"personal Vietnam . " His mission? To ensure he escaped unscathed from a post-disco era New York City nightlife scene that he implied was awash in STDs.
"(New York City) is a dangerous world" he extolled during a 1997 appearance on The Howard Stern Show. "It's like Vietnam, sort of. It is my personal Vietnam."
So, was the self-acknowledged habitual p*ssy-grabber successfully able to avoid "feeling the burn?" With this guy, who knows. But again, I'll let others be the judge as to the veracity of any doctor's note he might produce that attests to his ongoing avoidance of the claps.
But really though, who actually gives a flying raw-dog f*ck? The fact is, I'm personally far more concerned over the presence of all those tanks he placed in the place many of us have long known as "Chocolate City" - Washington, DC - than I am about the fate of a guy whose general behavior suggests that he doesn't believe in karma.
Indeed, for many of us, images of tanks laying low on the streets of "CC" conjure memories of locked and loaded armored vehicles rolling through Watts, Detroit, Newark, New York, Miami, Boston and many other streets in America's "inner cities" during times of race-related civil unrest.