Dear Friends: Welcome back. Hope the long TFL hiatus wasn't too interminable for you. But really, not much happened. Let's review:
- May 2, 2017: TFL posted what (at the time) was the celebration of President Trump's first 100 days of success, and the commencement of his 2020 campaign.
- May 9, 2017: President Trump fires FBI Director James Comey, unceremoniously.
- May 10, 2017: The shit hits the fan.
And that's where our country finds itself today. The shit is hitting the fan, from every conceivable angle, and the bleeping fan wasn't even made in the USA. It was made in Russia. They specialize in shit-fans. But the rest is wholly homegrown, and made in the United State of California, and probably composted. After all, and let's be real here, our greatest geo-political and existential threat remains global warming. No, really. Which brings us to the famous fable of the Alligator in the Pond.
There was once a perfect little pond that sat perfectly content in its perfect, harmonious little ecosystem. All the predators ate, and all the prey ate, and all the plants made it all look pretty, and everything decomposed appropriately.
One day, into this perfect little pond slides an unwelcome alligator. Immediate, mass chaos -- the birds flapping up and everywhere, wild rustles throughout the plants, and every shrill insect shrills out, all at once -- and the alligator disappears under the surface, but for its placid, reptilian eyes, and the tip of its long, reptilian nose.
And the alligator proceeds to eat all the predators, and all the prey, and all the plants and insects, until it finds itself floating alone in the middle of an empty pond.
The alligator dies. And from its dead, bloated carcass springs up a new pond, better than ever.
The moral of the story: it depends. Some would say, "Don't blame the alligator, that's what it does. But we'll gladly kill it for you." Some would say, "Relocate the alligator, damn the cost, problem solved." Some would say, "That alligator was put there by aliens! How dare we bleep with it!" And some would say, with half their brains tied behind their backs, "That's what people do. Deal with it accordingly."
Dear President Trump: Drain the swamp. Accordingly. You know where to start.
And with that, Dear Friends, we begin the second installment of our on-going TFL chronicle: Campaign Summer.