President Trump: A Scapegoat for the Sins of America

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A guest blog from my fictional reporter Sam Keene.

October 25, 2017

Those of you who read my column know that I have expressed extreme dissatisfaction with President Donald Trump and everyone around him. I was profoundly disappointed when Hillary Clinton lost her opportunity to become the first woman President of the United States. Since that fateful evening last November, my mindset has mirrored that of millions of Americans. However, I have had an epiphany. Of course, all epiphanies are personal, and as I write my opinion here, I am not attempting to change your behavior or beliefs. I am only telling my story.

What is a scapegoat? With regard to American politics in the year 2017, a scapegoat is a person who serves as a vehicle of repentance, a sacrificial offering to the gods, a metaphoric goat who could be said to represent all the sins of America. The goat must be publicly slaughtered by the all-knowing high priests of the news media, the entertainment industry, and of the government. To save us from our painful recognition of America’s failure, deceit, and corruption, we needed a scapegoat to transfer our guilt. We needed a national sacrificial ritual to free us from our sins. Mockingly, we planted the thorny presidential crown on the head of this marginalized but well-known person and then subjected him to total public humiliation. His physical qualities and his character, history, family, thoughts, and deeds were assassinated for the entire world to see. Our scapegoat was Donald J. Trump.

The virtual blood-letting worked for a time. We attempted to demonize him by connecting him to our former Cold War enemy, the Russians. We accused him of working with the enemy to rig our most important election. This was treason. We listened to every word he uttered and condemned him for not conforming to our high level of ideas and compassion. We called him a buffoon, incompetent, and dangerous. He was the perfect scapegoat. All of our sins could be transferred to him and then washed clean.

He and his people were called “deplorables” by Hillary Clinton. We thought less of the citizens living between the coasts and the people in rural areas who appeared less-sophisticated, uninformed and simple. These sections of America were breeding grounds for the non-elite: the non-thinking, rude and crude people. President Trump represented the leader of these stereotypical racists, homophobes, misogynists, and low-brows who populated the land like mindless, diseased rats. The recognition that we participated and supported the obvious crimes of America was buried deep in our subconscious. Somehow other “deplorable” people were to blame—not us. The blame, shame, and guilt associated with America’s massive thievery and corruption, the perma-wars, the overthrow of governments, the drone attacks, the shootings, and the torture of other humans were suppressed into our collective unconscious. That was not us. We were righteous. We were good, politically-correct, logical-thinking Americans.

We attempted to use the sacrificial goat, Donald Trump, to cleanse our sins, but now that effort is failing. It’s obvious. The entire “Russian collusion” illusion has melted away. Now, we can only call him names. Legal procedures we created are now being used to attack our precious sanctimonious symbols. The Special Prosecutor we created has turned his attention away from Trump, and he is focusing on the alleged crimes of our heroes. The politicians and leaders we believed in are now under scrutiny. The corruption of previous administrations and government representatives that we supported is now being exposed.

I can no longer live in denial. The naiveté of my previous opinions is something I now recognize.  I may never approve of President Trump’s personal behavior, his demeanor, or his self-righteous attitude. But I will now admit he is the duly elected head of the Executive Branch of the United States government. I will view any attempt to remove him from office with caution. This country is navigating extremely treacherous waters. The captain of our ship may be unlikable, but the seas of politics and government bureaucracy are filled with dangerous sharks and pirates. Those who steer the ship of state should not be burdened by a misguided mutiny fomented by elitist subversives and supported by fearful, guilt-ridden and malleable citizens.  I, for one, will no longer support the personal, exaggerated, unfounded, organized self-serving attacks on our president. I intend to use this space to vigilantly report on any people in power who are corrupt, selfish, devious and evil. I will also strive to accurately report on those people who support America in an honest and constructive manner.

The novel Saving Trump is available at Amazon.

 

One, two, three…push!

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Tensions are rising as we near the finalization of the 2016 Presidential Election. The Trump Train races on and soon the end of the tunnel will be evident. And when everyone is on the same page, people can relax and let the system slowly digest the bitter fruit of 105 years of lies and manipulation. This coming period will not be pretty and the digestion process may be disgusting, but like a good bowel movement, ultimately it will be satisfying.

You can follow the process of the book and history at www.savingtrump.com and www.samkeene.news.

Enjoy. Tell your friends. And let’s all move on. No matter what, America remains the “go-to” place on Planet Earth. New-Jump-1e1c-sm

 

The King of the Hill

Much of the American Dream floats on the concept of becoming the King of a Hill. It’s an elusive, but worthy concept. Maybe it’s not limited to citizens of the USA. It may be a universal human desire to conquer something, to raise a flag and shout “I’m the best!”. No one can be faulted for blowing their own horn. We live in a competitive world, sometimes one which is belittling. We live in a Facebook world filled with people seeking the praise and approval of others. We live in a judgmental world with some disparaging the honest efforts of others which they deem unimportant. Understandably, some people don’t even try to climb the King’s hill. Others pushed into the dirt a few times by those with more strength or leverage, and they give up. Few make it to the top of the most sought after hills. But there are many hills. There’s a hill for every person. Choose your hill wisely. But make a choice. Be the King or Queen of something. Climb your hill. It’s part of life to climb to the top and experience the view. Forget the title. Everyone is a Princess or Price at birth. Climb the hill of your choice. Some are worthy of your effort and time. Others will disappoint. Some are for the blessed, and some are for the birds.

Coffee, Tea, or Me?

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I think we would all agree that a dollar is a dollar. But what’s a dollar worth? The answer is: not much. If you want a cup of coffee at a restaurant, it will cost you at least two dollars. The same coffee in the 1960s would cost ten cents a cup.  The average American family income in 1960 was about $6,700 (with 30% of the families having two income earners). The average a family income in 2016 was about $62,500 (with 60% of the families having two income earners).

Therefore, the average family in 1960 could afford 67,000 cups of coffee per year; and the average family in 2016 could annually afford 31,500 cups of coffee. But the vast majority of 2016 families would need two people working to achieve this goal.

Some people might say, “sure, but they wouldn’t have a computer in every home”, or “right, but they wouldn’t have had cellphones”, or “they would only have one automobile.” This is true, but there are monetary, time and livability costs related to all this connectivity and mobility. At the end of the 1960 worker’s day, he or she could return home and relax. In the great majority of families, someone could remain home and work to maintain a “home”. This is not true of their 2016 counterparts. Now, their work has become embedded in their lives. The do not have time or energy to create even a sense of “home”. They suffer from stunted lives, chronic fatigue, a coffeehouse/restaurant diet, and the exhausting whirlwind existence of  mice on a tread mill.

This is the nature of a monetary system based on credit and maintained by the inflation of the dollar—the invisible tax. It all started in 1913: the Federal Reserve, the Income Tax, the tax-free Foundations. The ultimate end of such systems will have whole families responsible for incredibly gross and ever-lasting national debts.  Eventually, they will have to work the entire day just to be able to buy a single cup of coffee. Of course, this will never happen. The money changers will first reset the economic system using some new tactic, or they will create another mind-numbing war, or some combination of the two.

Let’s hope someone or something drives the money changers out of the temple of our daily lives, before they destroy our society. Initally, the time travelers in my books, like most people, don’t have a clue about this reality. But over time they begin to understand.