Author: R J Adams

Trump ‘Hatted’! What A Loser!

I wonder if there’s a way of measuring the world’s depression scientifically, because after yesterday’s fiasco in Washington I believe depression throughout the planet must be off the charts. It was bad enough before, what with climate change, the wars in Ukraine, the horrors of Sudan and the Middle East. Now, with the bedlam Trump & Co have already started to pump out, one is inclined to ask if the poor camel can bear any more straws on its back.

Trump is such an un-masculine person, which is not to say he has any worthwhile feminine traits. He’s just not a man. He has no dignity, no charm, he lacks any sort of attractive personality. He is the epitome of the traditional schoolyard bully.

It’s not just Trump, of course. On his own Trump is lost. He’s a nobody. Like a vampire he feeds off those around him, sucking the juices of any intellect they may have, to provide his deteriorating brain cells with policies he can use to prop up his insecurities. Because, inside this overly-loud, brash and unpleasant person dwells a little boy, still crying for the love he never received from his father.

Then we have the “Tech” brigade. Zuckerberg, Bezos, and let’s not forget Elon the Muskrat at the inauguration yesterday giving his fascist salute to the world…

…what a pathetic, little boy image. It’s almost sad, but not quite. Cringeworthy? Absolutely.  As Rebecca Shaw wrote in her Guardian article recently, they are all cringeworthy:

“Alongside those holding political office, tech gragillionnaires (I had to invent a new number) like Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg obviously wield huge global influence with their computers and numbers and whatnot. There has been a lot written about them and there will be more, as they continue to shape the world and win favour with Donald Trump. Big, scary, probably ruinous things lie ahead. But I’m here to discuss the smaller part. The insult to injury, the sprinkling of salt in the wound.

Whether I am engaging with the news, or with Musk tweeting constantly like a man with no job or friends, or with Zuckerberg sending out weird videos and appearing on Rogan, I am in pain. Not just because I don’t like what they are doing but because they are so incredibly, painfully cringe.

I knew that one day we might have to watch as capitalism and greed and bigotry led to a world where powerful men, deserving or not, would burn it all down. What I didn’t expect, and don’t think I could have foreseen, is how incredibly cringe it would all be. I have been prepared for evil, for greed, for cruelty, for injustice – but I did not anticipate that the people in power would also be such huge losers…”

Yes, Rebecca, you got it in one. These are not men. These are little boys playing men’s games. They think the vast wealth they’ve aggregated makes them something special, above the rest of us, creatures of divinity almost, not realising they’re just victims of their own overblown, out-of-control, egos.

Yesterday marked the beginning of something of which we have yet to know the end. I believe it will not be a fairytale, a world united in benevolence. There are a myriad of possibilities and everyone is a disaster, both for the human race and for the planet.

And all because of little boys so desperate to be men.

 

In keeping with the tone of this article there will be no images of anyone mentioned therein. I’m sick to death of seeing their smug countenances plastered everywhere.

One can’t open a news page or turn on the TV these days without being swamped by images and quotes from the most disgusting, disreputable, and repugnant members of the human race. They have nothing to their credit except a surfeit of money. They should be cast out, left to wander in a desert somewhere, or stranded on some barren island off Antarctica, where they could burn their vast hordes of cash to stay warm.

I am, of course, referring to the Musk, the Trump, the Farage, the Zuck, and other equally obnoxious individuals who force themselves onto our screens and into our newsprint because well-meaning editors and journalists believe them to be ‘newsworthy’. They’re not. Why should we have to suffer these bigotted billionaires, these toadies of Trump, or the farter Farage, the man who breaks foul wind everytime he opens his mouth?

As for Zuck? Yuck!

Take them away! I don’t want to see their sickly grinning visages hovering over my toast and yoghurt every morning.

Today I opened the Guardian to the headline that scores of people have died after a bad earthquake in Tibet. Such sad and shocking news!

What do I find immediately underneath that story? An image of the spawn of a Trump toad, Trump Jnr, who has decided to visit Greenland for a day (at whose expense, I wonder?) for no better reason than, “in a private capacity as a tourist.” Sure, there’s enough fools on this planet to believe that. About as many as believe climate change is a hoax, man never walked on the moon, 5G communication towers caused Covid, governments inject us with control chips in vaccines, and let’s not forget the neuron-deficient folk of the Flat Earth Society.

Less of a threat to us all, but in many ways equally irritating are these creatures called “celebs.” Short for ‘celebrities’, whoever invented the word needs to be taken out and whipped with a wet kipper. What do I care for these ‘non-people’ whose apparent sole aim is to make tons of money and get their overly-manicured faces leering at me over my breakfast?

Which brings me neatly to an article by Sian Cain in the Guardian today.  Ms Cain writes of two people I’ve never heard of. According to many, this has been sadly remiss of me. The two people are Tom Holland (we can safely assume he is male) and a person called Zendaya. On perusing the article it becomes obvious that Zendaya is a female person, because she is a ‘celeb’ and as such has the obligatory photo in the Guardian newspaper.

(NOTE: This is not, Zendaya, the celeb in question,  but Georgie, my friend’s spaniel bitch after a swim in the local river).

It seems that Ms Cain and I share similar views with regard to celebrities. She  tends to agree with my opinion that it’s time we stopped fawning over these artificial creatures, manufactured by Hollywood and the media generally, and treated them for what they are, mere members of the human race and certainly no better than  the rest of us, despite their fancy mansions and hordes of cash.

Apparently, the whole of social media has been awash recently with speculation that these two people have become engaged. How did I miss it, I ask myself? Now all has been revealed when Zendaya (full name: Zendaya Maree Stoermer Coleman of California) walked out onto the Golden Globe stage wearing a ring described by Ms Cain as, “the size of a Quality Street chocolate.”

Given that Ms Zendaya Maree Stoermer Coleman burst forth from her mother’s belly, the same year I celebrated my fiftieth birthday, it allows me to recollect a time when a diamond the size of a Quality Street chocolate would indeed have been quite dazzling.  Twenty-eight years later (for that is indeed the age of Ms Zendaya) the shrinkage of the average Quality Street chocolate, even discounting the not inconsiderable deterioration in taste, would probably liken the diamond on the lady’s finger to more of the “sixty quid in H. Samuel,  jewellers,” variety I paid to adorn the finger of my first wife.

Jewellery experts, however, are valuing the ring at between $100,000 and $500,000.

That sure is one hell of a tin of Quality Street. Or, it could be a lot of  homes rebuilt in Tibet.

 

Here is a Christmas message for all those folk out there who think that climate change isn’t happening or is just some freak of nature that’s going to disappear on its own. Get your head out of your asses and look around you.

Here is a Christmas message for all those Americans who are appalled that Joe Biden has commuted the death sentences on thirty-seven federal death row prisoners, to life without parole. Go stick your heads up your asses so we don’t have to listen to your pathetic, self-righteous, whingeing anymore.

Here is a Christmas message for the bullies: Benjamin Netanyahu, Vladimir Putin, and all the other sick bastards on this planet who get their kicks by torturing, maiming, and waging genocidal war on innocent folk. I don’t believe in the God or gods to whom you pretend to pay homage, and in who’s name you commit your vile atrocities. Sometimes I wish I did. Then I could take pleasure from imagining you burning for eternity in the lake of fire you call Hell. For that is surely what you deserve.

Here is a Christmas message for all the police officers and military personnel who blindly follow the orders of dictatorial governments and politicians, and are used as pawns in the defence of those governments against their own people. You disgust me. Your job is to defend your country and the citizens of that country. You are not there to safeguard those who would massacre their own citizens. To do so is to besmirch the uniforms you wear. Next time you are told to shoot, or tear-gas, or water-cannon innocent citizens standing up for their rights, turn your guns, your tear-gas, your water-cannon on the evil ones from whence your orders came.

Finally, Here is a Christmas message for all the decent upright citizens of this planet Earth. We can live in peace together, whether we are of a religion, or an atheist like me. I don’t need a god or an afterlife to care for others. I don’t need the carrot of a reward in heaven for doing good, or the stick of Hell if I do bad things. If you feel you do, then that’s fine. We are all decent human beings who just want to live our lives peacefully, without fear of the bullies. There are eight billion of us…

…and only a handful of them.

Are we to continue to allow them to destroy our peace and invade our rights? To you good people the message is for a joyous and peaceful Christmas and let’s make 2025 the beginning of a time when we take back control from those who would harm us and enslave us.

To all the decent, caring people in our world, a Very Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year.